“MARIGOLD, dear.” Rita slipped from the door, entering the room I was in with a hesitant smile and a warm aura that always made me want to hug her.
Seeking comfort with her. She was always the one giving without asking. I smiled, putting Zeus down and patting the room next to me. The night was still young, but somehow, it felt like an awfully long day. Especially after that little confession I told Rhys. My ears burned, but I forced myself to focus on Rita. She sat next to me, smiling a little at my kids.
“What’s wrong?” I asked tentatively, knowing that something must be up.
Rita hesitated again. The thing is, she almost never hesitated. She was a brave woman. The one who never wavered from a challenge. She was strong and very vocal about what she wanted. Something was definitely up.
