Lenora
I breathed deeply of the sweet sandalwood scent that now seemed to permeate my mother’s quilt. It was so strong, like he had spread the blanket and rolled around in it or something. But when I asked him about it he only looked at me like I was crazy and then went back to his work on the laptop.
I sighed and rolled over, putting my back to him, pulling the quilt tighter around my body, and burying my nose deeper in the soft cotton. Secretly, I loved the smell. I still had no idea why it was all over my blanket, but I took some measure of comfort in the scent, even while my heart was aching.
It shouldn’t bother me. This man was a stranger to me; his opinion should not matter to me. The fact that he hated me so much shouldn’t dig into my heart and make it ache like this. I had
