Libia wiped away her tears; it was something she had already come to terms with in the past. There was nothing to gain from dwelling on it, much less torturing herself over it.

“That doesn’t matter.”

Tiodor exhaled, approached her, and kissed her on the lips. This time, unlike before, it was barely a touch, slow and soft. He wasn’t good with words, especially when it came to comforting someone. As they pulled apart, Libia felt lighter. This was the first time Tiodor had stayed in the room. She