#Chapter51 Changing Times

I sit close to it on one of the armchairs, not really cold, but watching flames has always brought me a sense of calm and reminded me of another time and place when my mother would brush my hair by ours. A time when I had no cares in the world, when I was secure and loved, nestling in the lap of my family. I try not to dwell on it and stare into the depths, emptying my mind.

"Drink?" Matteo pulls my attention to him, now at the dark wood and glass bar and I shake my head. The last thing I need is to dull...