The raging storm outside reflected my inner turmoil. To have Keelan in the same space was a living nightmare, but I didn't have the heart to send him away to freeze to death.
However, it was a completely different story about the atmosphere inside the bus. With the ribbons and balloons still hanging and the heater warming up what little room we had, I dare say it almost felt cozy. The yellow glow of the lights and the rose petals on the floor added to the mood.
Keelan quietly sat on one of the kitchen stools at the front while I stayed huddled next to our bunker. I sent Tiffa to bed long ago, but being her mother came with the ability to know that she was undoubtedly eavesdropping on us, even if the partition was closed. The food and flowers on my back remain untouched.
Although Keelan
