I smile. “I suppose after being so used to enchantments, I may have learned a thing or two.” Frank tilts his head, considering something for a moment. “What an amazing gift you have. It would be my absolute honor to plant your sister’s ashes and make her death into something beautiful.” Tears prick my eyes. Your voice echoing once again, I want to become something beautiful. “That’s what Fiona wants.”
Why was that so heartwarming
