Savio’s POV.
One knock, two knocks, three knocks.
The door swings open and I jolt at the sight of Fiona, standing there with a cold expression on her face.
She looked fine really, a little haggard and expectedly tired, but she wasn’t the disastrous mess that she was a few weeks ago. The only thing that unnerved me slightly was the coldness in her eyes.
I didn’t expect that much warmth from her, if what I’d heard from Amelia yesterday was any indication, then she was still shaky about where she stood with us, which was understandable, one just didn’t get rid of trauma with a few well meant words and simple apologies, no. Getting her back would mean grovelling, it would mean setting our prides aside and owning up to our mistakes, it was a difficult task for sure, but I was more than will
