I was speechless.

Nora, ever the rational doctor, wasn’t one to leave matters up to speculation or emotion. She clasped my hand, her expression soft but firm. "Lainey, you have to move on. Ashton was amazing, but he’s gone. Holding on this tightly—it’s not good for you, and it’s not good for him either."

Her gaze drifted to the ring on my finger. "You and Logan used to attend those monastery services, right? You’ve heard the saying—when someone who’s ...