Davina's POV

She wiped her hands together and gave me another shrug paired with a rather maternal sigh. “Not my fault you’re probably not gonna take my advice.” She walked over to the shelf adjacent to my bed and picked up the snow globe that I’d carried with me like a memory capsule all these years. It wasn’t an accident that it was one of the last things left to pack. Along with Ravi’s photograph in the living room, it was the first item out of my bags and the final one in. ...