Seven Years of Winter Before Spring
“Have it while it’s warm.”
Miles suddenly rose to his feet and walked into the kitchen, picking up that apron.
The fabric was soft, carrying a faint scent of cooking smoke.
He clenched it in his hands, then let go.
The rain fell harder, streaking the windows. Trees outside bent and swayed in the wind.
Miles stood by the window, staring at his reflection.
He suddenly remembered how terrified Wendy had been of thunderstorms.
On rainy days, she used to curl up in his arms, burying her face in his chest.
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