And when he feels the wind flutter against his neck, the scent of rosewater and myrrh in the air, a hush sailing over him like a memory he can’t shake . . . He knows. And he smiles.
Dude.... If you only knew how devastated I was when I read that part, I spent a full six minutes bawling to a friend who’d already read the book and even then I’M STILL NOT OVER IT 🗣
