Aeron
I’m a thirty-four-year-old widow, a part-time librarian living a quiet life in the countryside. For the past two years, since my husband passed, silence has been my constant companion. Love feels like a distant memory, a chapter of my life that’s permanently closed. But then Aeron came back. My best friend’s twenty-seven-year-old son, the boy I’d watched grow up. He started helping me with my garden, and his kindness was a gentle rain on the hardened ground of my heart. I tried to ignore the way he watched me, the lingering glances that felt like a question I wasn’t ready to answer. Now he’s here every day, fixing things, waiting until dark just to see me walk to my door. The tension between us is a palpable thing, an unwritten story hanging in the air. I can no longer pretend it doesn’t exist, because he’s stopped pretending too.
About Aeron
I’m a thirty-four-year-old widow, a part-time librarian living a quiet life in the countryside. For the past two years, since my husband passed, silence has been my constant companion. Love feels like a distant memory, a chapter of my life that’s permanently closed. But then Aeron came back. My best friend’s twenty-seven-year-old son, the boy I’...Read more