Leah

The servant girl, Amanda, she had said her name was, had grown surprising comfortably around me. Too comfortable.

I hadn't taken her for the talkative type at first. She would bring me food, linger longer than necessary, and make small talk like we weren't strangers a few days ago. I appreciated her efforts. They didn't lift my mood, but they were better than being alone or worse , having Aiden around. They were the only times I didn't feel like I was losing my mind.

She offered me a ...