Alessandra’s POV
Who knew that it would take Monopoly to make Ronan c***k a smile because of me. Even if I had to feign defeat, it was well worth it to find that common ground between us. Play money and small plastic houses were set back in the box as I took it upon myself to loiter near the shelves harboring Aaron’s former activities. A small alcove beneath the stairs had acted as a tomb of sorts to the innocence of objects having collected dust due to neglect.
My fingers traced over the small bookshelf, no more than ten titles, most of which I had already been shown, before finding another book he hadn’t shown me. One about constellations. Flipping through the pages, I found in the very back, a drawing of the one we mislabeled. Unable to pronounce them when we could hardly understand
