Chapter 112

• I have the impression that Fynn tries to approach me several times, but we keep getting interrupted, and if we don’t he just changes his mind all by himself.
• Pushing out a deep sigh, I sit down on the stairs behind the main house facing the fireplace. The children are sitting around it, listening to Celeste doing an awesome interpretation of Snow White while chewing on marshmallows.
• I’m already drowning in my own thoughts as I jump up as I feel little hands pulling at my skirt.