Jasmine desperately wanted a way to apologize to Corvine. His coldness towards her had become a constant ache in her chest, a wound that refused to heal no matter how well she hid it from the world.
She had replayed every moment of their last encounter a thousand times, imagining different words, different actions, different outcomes.
After showering the kids and planning on having a mud bath, she didn't have the bravery to ask Voren to watch the children for her so she could indulge. She was their nanny, not their mother, and could not overstepped boundaries.
However, luck shone on her when Voren decided to put the kids to sleep in the guest room after they began yawning profusely, their small bodies succumbing to exhaustion. The children had drifted off quickly, their faces peaceful and innocent.
