Chapter 38 Hopes And Dreams
- Alexa
- Harlow turned and left us, carrying his bowl into the tent. Even though I tried again to connect with Harlow, calling him back to sit with me, he didn’t respond anymore. Mythril curled up in disappointment and disappeared again to the back of my mind.
- “I’m sorry, Jack,” I exhaled, the bowl of oatmeal resting on my lap.