Mia Grant couldn't sleep all night.
Yates Donovan hadn't stayed. He said he wanted to give her one last night of space and that he would take her to work in the morning.
His words from the entryway still echoed in her ears.
After a long while, she heaved a deep sigh.
She felt a little guilty.
She was surprised she hadn't noticed his emotional state all this time.
She knew he had been hesitant because of what happened in the last world.
But she never imagined it had left such a dark shadow over him.
To her, all of that felt like a lifetime ago, something she had long since stopped dwelling on.
Because if she were to dwell on it, she would be shackled by the pain of the past.
It was like a swamp—the more you struggled, the deeper you sank.
It was better to just choose to forget.
If you keep score of too many things, you'll never be happy.
Life is short, and she didn't want to live in the past anymore.
