Artemisia

Unfortunately, even with his brother gone, Matthew doesn’t regain his old bubbly self. Something must be bothering him as we finish our ice cream in silence before he accompanies me to my room.

My heart breaks as he doesn’t even look at me properly when saying goodbye, and I can’t possibly have him leave like that.

“Do you mind helping me unpack a bit?” I ask, getting him to look at me for the first time since he was angry about me asking about Fynn.

“It’s a bit ...