Chapter 193: Following the Crow Again

It was selfish to feel his way. To want more of him when he was dealing with so much. To be included. Or was it? It hadn't been that long ago when he told her he would always have time for her regardless of how busy he was. Now she would wake up to find that he had come to bed and was turned away from her, facing the other wall—just his back lightly brushing hers.

"What do I do?" August's question directed to the crow was watery and desperate. "He won't talk to me. How do I help him?"

The crow stayed on the patio table facing her, one eye trained on her as its head tilted comically.

She chuckled and wiped tears off her cheeks. "Do you know? I feel like you would."

The crow continued to watch her for several moments as if it was thinking seriously about the question she had posed. Finally August sighed and waved her hand.