CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED AND FIVE

Lucas

My heart warms at all of this. I know it doesn’t erase my past mistakes, but if she thinks I’m a good person, or at least if I’m good enough for this, then maybe there’s some hope for me. Maybe I’m not completely ruined.

That’s all I need, really. I need hope. I need to know that there’s something salvageable about me. And here, I find it.

As Annabella tells us all about the fairies, I connect more with Sarah since we’re sharing this experience together.

We let Fergus go again, though this time keeping a much closer eye on him. After that fright, I’m anxious to look away for even a second. Though there is so much to look at.

Fireflies flicker among the fairies, casting light even though it’s still bright outside. Under the leaves, this whole area glows. It’s a fantasy land. It’s magical.

We come across a stage made out of a fallen log with fairies dancing around on it. They look excited when they see us.

“Visitors!” a fairy with red curls, fire eyes, and gold wings says