Lullaby (Fable Saga Book 2)
We’re in the last week of July, and already the whisperings of Fall are weaving themselves into the brilliant summertime tapestry of the forest – in threads of gold through the oak leaves, the red-rimmed dogwood, the copper-kissed maples.
Too early. Fall has come much too early.
Somehow, Summer’s almost at an end. And with it, so is my time with Fable.
It’s been exactly one week since Lyall’s birthday. One week since I told my truth. One week since I stood on the cliffs hand-in-hand with Felix saying goodbye to my pain, to my past, to those I lost.
One week of painful, awkward pauses and unbearable silences.
Ever since that day, a palpable melancholy has blanketed the cabin like a sheet of n
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