*Jared*

Early morning sunlight drifted through the curtains in my bedroom as I slowly laid out the final piece of clothing Eliza had mended on my bed, staring down at what she’d done.

I was at a loss for words. I’d noticed the bandages covering her fingers, and her fatigue had been obvious. I’d even felt guilty about what I’d hardly considered a punishment being so physically grueling.

But then I found out why it had taken her the entire day and ...