Abel
The first week was exactly as torturous as I'd expected.
I caught glimpses of her from my office window - walking in the gardens, sitting in the sunny spot by the fountain with a sketchbook, moving through spaces we'd once shared while maintaining careful distance from anywhere I might be. Each sighting was both gift and torture, feeding my wolf just enough to keep it from complete madness while reminding me constantly of what I'd thrown away.
She spent most of her time with Alicia, whose treatment had begun with promising early responses. The rest she spent painting or walking, restless energy evident in every movement. Millicent wasn't built for idle comfort. She needed purpose, needed to be useful, needed to work. I could see it in the way she reorganized the library, the way sh
