*Roanne’s POV*

The cold bite of the autumn air clawed at my skin as I stepped out onto the pavement, Jonathan gave me his scarf and we walked and the remaining steps. He managed to balance his life while still watching over me, and I did my best to try and coordinate with him when I was going out alone, so he could keep an eye on me.

“Be nice to him, remember he worried enough for you to hire me,” Jonathan said as he started to stay behind, becoming a ...