Chapter 113

Aria's POV

She talked to Tam on a Wednesday.

I knew it was Wednesday because she came home differently than she'd come home any other day that week — not lighter exactly, but resolved in the way that follows doing something that needed doing. The weight of carrying it forward had been replaced by something more settled. Whatever had happened had happened, and she was integrating it.

She didn't tell me immediately. She had dinner, helped clear the table, did the evening reading that Drogo had continued since she was small. Only after, when the house had found its quiet, did she come to sit with me.

"I...