Gianna

The bonfire was exactly what I expected it to be.

We sat around the fire with warm drinks in our hands and stared at the flames while our bodies grew warm. It was pleasant, and for the whole time, I was able to let go of all the things that were haunting my mind and not letting me rest.

But there was a new thing that was on my mind now and it was how Constance wanted to tell me the truth about them all—I would’ve appreciated it if she did it. Deep down, I wanted to know what ...