Emily.

Another week and a half had passed, and Tristan was still avoiding me. He hardly said a word to me. Though he did smile and say good morning to me when we gathered for a breakfast feast in the hall last week.

And today was a hard day for me because it was Thanksgiving, and it would be the first year that I’d spend it without Grandpa. Even when I got older and moved into my own place, I’d still spend Thanksgiving with him. I’d stay the night in his apartment above ...