Forty-four: Preposition

Penthurst Manor

Krista's pov

Dina stayed despite my Dad's efforts in sending her back home. She was obviously looking for excuses to remain. Like the lack of groceries, the tidying of the house, changing my bandages and other little things.

But I could see Dad wanted her to stay as well. Both have finally mended the rift between them and I was so happy. I was not wishing for a complete family again, as long as Dina and Patrick are happy then that's enough for me.

"How's your leg?"

I whirled my head around and saw a friendly smile.

"They're fine. In fact, I think I can walk without you guys helping me anymore."

Tristane sat down beside me. He brought me a glass of carrot juice, something my mom had concocted. I took the glass and gestured him to stay with me under the shade of the oak tree. It was old but it's leaves were still healthy. This tree could outlive anyone.

"So..." he began but then stopped.

"So?"