The next day, I was feeling much better. I don’t know what spell that doctor put in my medicine but I was feeling light unlike yesterday where I was a crying mess.

After breakfast, I took my medicine and was in my room. Papa came to check up on me with Sebastian.

“How are you feeling now, Love?” Papa asked sweetly, kissing the top of my head.

“Better.” I smiled, taking his hand, holding it firmly, not wanting to leave it.

“Good. Sebastian, I think Eileen should go home. Ever since her marriage, she didn’t get a chance to stay with us at all.” Papa enunciated out of the blue...