This sadness . . .” She pressed a chubby palm to my heart. “Perhaps it will always fill you, but I ask you to remember all the light whenever it becomes consuming. The joy you felt when Thomas came home to you. The memories of your father, whose soul has sung me such beautiful music since joining us in the dark. All the friendships you have built with my nieces and nephews of glamour and blood. Most of all, Jaevidan.” She beamed. “He loves you, daughter. He loves you so much. It is one of the most pure and endless things I have ever felt.”
