Davina's POV

I squirmed in place and offered up a silent prayer for no tears. I knew I was the one who had asked, but now that she was willing to share, I wondered if it had been the right move after all. The tears might end up being mine.

Because I didn’t know if I could answer yes to the only question that mattered. Was I willing to be as honest with her as she was with me?

“You have to understand,” Lotta began, her eyes scanning the room distractedly. “After the two of you ...