Chapter 21 The clinic had grown quiet. The scent of antiseptic was faint beneath the perfume of violets, earth, and warmth, the scent of her. Asha lay still, her breathing even, chest rising and falling beneath the soft blanket. The violet glow of moonlight filtered...

Chapter 11 “Hey,” he said, raising a hand in a hesitant wave. “Happy almost birthday.” Asha stopped in her tracks. The warmth that had built inside her from Farah’s touch and George’s steady presence evaporated in a flash. She didn’t answer. She didn’t even...