"Avery Jane, I don't know how to comfort you. All I want to say is that as a woman, waiting for love is arduous and despairing, and you're waiting for a love that can no longer be restored. I too have spent long nights waiting painfully for a lover's return, so I can sort of understand your suffering. A woman's most dreadful weakness is the eagerness to take on responsibility. Your protectiveness towards your deceased husband and his mother might even move the gods, but it's giving your opponents a strong advantage. Don't be that kind of woman, and don't let men's desires manipulate you; don't succumb to their orders. Avery Jane, let the past be the past; you need to learn to forget."
Nora Thompson cradled her teacup, warming her palms, her gentle voice carrying an unexplainable tension that struck Avery Jane's mind.
"Forget?" Avery Jane looked at Nora with her clear, distinct eyes in confusion.
