I was dead for ages, Davina. And when I woke up, it was a mess of manipulation and family drama in a body I didn’t know. All this anger I couldn’t shake. And that very night, I saw you leaving the church with this look on your face, like the whole world was on your shoulders. You brushed up against some dead flowers and you stopped. You looked around, and you brought those flowers back to life with your magic. And you smiled, and something inside of me cracked wide open.














