Lucien’s wife.

“Listen, I know this has been difficult, and I haven’t made it any easier with my expectations. And I’m sorry about that. I figured we could pick up right where we left off, but we’re different people.”

“Mia…”

“Please let me finish. If I don’t say this now, I’ll never be able to say it.” Lucien nodded for her to continue. “I hurt you. And I will never forgive myself for that. We may not be everything we were, but I hope we can rebuild something between us again. Remember…” she laughed. “Remember that one time we got lost in the woods during that one camping trip?”

“Yeah,” Lucien smiled without wanting to. “You were crying the whole time.”

“Excuse me,” she feigned offense. “I remember that quite differently. You were such a scaredy cat back then.”

“I was not,” He laughed. “Okay, maybe a little. But still, that time you were the one that was scared. You were convinced that a witch was going to come and eat us.”

“I was eight,” Mia defended herself. “How about that time I had to save you