The few days that came after were like a blurry dream, memories of small conversations came and went like the fleeting moments of flipped, partially read pages.
Celeste had in many ways underestimated the weight of everything that had happened in the past few months she had been with the Brightwells.
The chase, the spying, the change of events, and revelations had gone by so fast that she never stopped to sit down and think about it.
Now, with the days passing by calmly, silently, without any incidents, Celeste felt all that had chased her finally catching up.
The regret, realizations, disappointments, and unanswered questions still weighed on her mind. And it was paralyzing.
Most of the days, Celeste spent her time embroidering the baby clothes Tiel had bought.
They were very small yet thick. He said, it was to protect the baby from the cold. This had felt like cold water on her wounded heart.
