“What is my dream then, wise wee sister?” She lifts her head from my shoulder and looks over at me. “You just want to be content and happy.” My brows lift. “Is that so?” She nods. “You’ve spent your whole life people-pleasing because you’re so worried about making someone unhappy. Now that grandad is gone, it’s time to make yourself happy.” I internalize that reply, feeling an ache in my belly because the one person whose happiness I didn’t take care of is the one person I care most about in this world. Tilly stands up and walks back over to the door. “Also, Freya is downstairs.” I’m on my
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