"Queen Sister, I have tried my best, but except for fixing this photograph, I couldn't do anything else for you," Alice said, her voice tinged with disappointment.
Arwen rarely sought their help. And even in those rare moments, Alice felt she had failed to deliver. She looked down, feeling utterly incapable.
"It's fine, Alice." Arwen replied, shaking her head slightly, though her eyes remained fixed on the envelope in her hand. She didn't lift her gaze, nor did she say more.
Her fingers tightened around the envelope. Her heart was thudding against her ribs, loud and uneven.
She felt too nervous to open the envelope and see what was inside.
But she had to …
Only when she checked would she be able to know the truth.
Only by seeing the photo would she finally know if the Aiden from her dreams was simply a figment of her imagination … or if he had truly been a part of her past.
A part she had somehow forgotten.
