Hayley's POV

Her warm smile did nothing to relax the squeeze around my heart as Clara led me into her cozy cottage. I could hardly believe it was happening, and her words hung in the air, yet to be fully processed. Aiden and I locked eyes, each of us silently digesting our perpetual events.

With excitement and dread, Clara led us to the living room. “Please feel free to sit,” she motioned towards the plush couch.

Aiden nodded, but Clara looked towards me before sitting. 

“Hayley, why not assist me in the kitchen? Would you like to have dinner with me? We can chat more about everything.

I looked over...