Viola

Neither of us had said anything about Azaro in over a week, and we hadn't overheard anyone else talking about him either.

Aside from that, I didn't inquire as to what Mathew had done to make him feel that way in the first place.

Everything I did was in the name of remaining true to my principles and avoiding reopening his old wounds any further than they had already been opened.

Azaro had disrupted his sense of well-being ever since he had come into our lives, and he had been having difficulty dealing with memories of his mother, who had passed away.

For a brief moment, it appeared as...