Page 71 of Devoured By Peace

“So he may not be like that for life?” Clarissa asked, her face shining with hope.

“He’s young and healthy. We just have to convince him, I suppose.”

“He’s not keen on seeing us,” Aidan admitted. He shifted his attention over to me. “Have you seen him?”

“I went in a few days ago, but he didn’t want to see me either. I hope he doesn’t blame me.”

Clarissa touched my arm reassuringly. “You saved him, Lachie.”

It didn’t feel that way to me. But who am I to jump down from the hero’s podium?

“He should be here for his birthday. I thought we might have a small gathering,” Clarissa said, looking at her husband.

He nodded and took her hand.

“That sounds like a great idea,” I said, uncertain whether Ollie, in his current state, would want that.

“We’d love you to come,” Clarissa said to Miranda. “And you’re more than welcome. Harriet. Thanks for caring for him. We’ve noticed he’s a little more responsive.”

“It normally takes a while,” Harriet replied. “And thanks for the invite. That would be lovely. It’s beautiful here. You live in a paradise.”

“That, we do,” Aidan said.

They waved at us and headed off.

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