Part Twenty-Seven

Adara would wake up in the mornings and stick out her arm and then remember that Kiran wasn’t there. She was in Ireland and he was in Seward and he didn’t love her. Her heart would ache as she showered and got dressed.

She would go downstairs for breakfast and Declan would be waiting for her with a flower or a poem and slowly Kiran would fade from her thoughts. At night she would dream of Declan and then Kiran would replace him.

She felt tired when she woke up as if she’d been struggling all night long. She tried to remember her dreams but most days they wouldn’t reveal themselves to her. She had lost weight and didn’t have an appetite. It was as if her body and her spirit weren’t in harmony and were fighting each other.

The more time she spent with Declan the more she seemed to wane. When she was with him, she felt happy and in love. At night though, when she was alone, she felt more alive but sadder because she thought of Kiran then. She was lost in a web of confusion that she felt