“Can someone please tell me what that means?” Lily’s forehead creases, and a groan slips from her throat. “My sun,” Eira translates for me. Luckily, she doesn’t tell her the meaning. The meaning is connected to Aiden. To twenty-year-old Aiden, only one month before he died. “If you ever find someone that makes you want to rip your heart out and hand it to that person on a silver platter. If you ever find someone that warms not only your bed but also your heart and soul… hold on to them forever. They’re your sun. They’re what’s bringing light into your life. If they can ease your pain by just
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