Chapter 89

Maxi angrily rubbed her eyes. Though she wanted to do something wonderful for Riftan, she had neither the time nor the means. She recalled the bundle of her letters that he had kept. It occurred to her that she could have used the time she had spent writing those to create a memorable gift for him instead. Bitterly, she thought back to how she had deprived herself of sleep for months crafting letters she had not even been able to send in the end.

What if she would never be able to mend things with him? She shot to her feet and began pacing the length of the tent. Even if they returned to Anatol after the war, she doubted their relationship would revert to what it once was. And would they even be able to return home?

Suddenly, a suffocating fear seized her. She could not let him leave on such a dangerous mission without saying something, anything. Before she could organize her thoughts, she threw on her coat and left the tent.