For the first time since their wedding, Arora feels uneasy sleeping next to him. She has no idea what went wrong between them in the past twenty-four hours, but something has changed.
She sneaks out of the room and goes in search of some warm milk and cinnamon. Tricia taught her the trick when they were younger, and she had problems sleeping. Thinking about Tricia, she feels sad. Something was seriously wrong the last time she saw her, and it’s not the fact that she feels her friend stabbed her in the back.
There was something else behind her friend’s actions. Something bigger…
She walks to the library with her milk in hand and stands by the window looking out at their gardens. She didn’t even notice the beautiful assortment of roses they have, before now.
There is even a gazebo off to
