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someone else in. She’d always had to look after herself. She

didn’t really even know what love was. Pierre was patient with

her. He guided her, half the time like a father or a mentor, and

he knew that and was okay with it.

Others might have resented or even hated her for it, but not

Pierre. He’d taught her what peaceful, sweet, untiring love

looked like. He gave her time, nurtured her wounded,

untrusting, broken, fearful, tattered heart. The pang of that, of

all he had done, would always be with Cassia. She would

probably always regret that she couldn’t be exactly what Pierre

needed, that she couldn’t give him all of her, but the only thing

she could do was learn and make sure she didn’t repeat her

own mistakes.

This time, she was ready. She was ready to give those

mended, s

titched together, imperfect pieces of herself. She

knew Cassia could take them and turn them into something

beautiful that they could share together, and she’d give in

more than equal measure.

Cassia suddenly pulled back and giggled. Adalynn’s eyes

popped open and she stared at her suspiciously. “What’s so

hilarious?”

“Sorry,” Cassia squeezed out between giggles. “It’s just that

I had this mental picture of us fixing up the house together and

making it all crooked and lopsided so that everything looked

like those strange houses you always see in fairy tales.

Although, this one already seems too big. And definitely not

pointy enough.”

“Oh?” Adalynn arched a brow upwards. “We could make it

pointy if you wanted it to be pointy. Add some more turrets or

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