Aira’s POV
Why won’t it stop? Moon Goddess, make it stop!
I rubbed my chest, trying to alleviate the ache I felt from being separated from Knox. I hated it. I hated him. I hated that hating him didn’t make the pain go away.
The patients at the hospital kept looking at me with concern. I just plastered on a smile and went from bed to bed as my mother, Elsa, and Blanche were. However, their smiles, even Elsa’s, seemed genuine while mine did not.
I knew I was doing a poor job of faking it when one elderly woman stopped me with a hand on my wrist. “Princess,” she said in a wizened tone. “Is something the matter?”
“Oh, no. Indigestion.” I laughed, but it sounded flat.
“Hmm.” The old woman nodded. “I had indigestion once. For about three years. How long have you been apart?”
Three years?!
