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The Meeting

Author: Oma
last update publish date: 2026-03-05 22:43:20

HANNAH'S POV.

I was quiet for a long time after Elijah told me. I sat on the couch with my sketchbook closed on the table beside me and I looked at a point on the opposite wall and I did not say anything for a while.

I thought about all the times I had seen Rowan including the event where he had appeared again and I had thought oh, him again, the way you think it about someone who keeps showing up in the same places as you. The dinner invitations, each one delivered with just the right amount o
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