It had been three days since she'd arrived in Florittle with Rayna, and just yesterday she'd made the decision to stop running—from her feelings, from the truth, from the man she had unwillingly fallen for. She didn't know what the future held, but what she did know was that she couldn't let the past dictate her every step.
With a quiet sigh, she pushed the covers off and sat up, brushing her hair back with her fingers. Her body felt tired but rested, and a faint nausea still lingered as it had every morning lately. She moved slowly toward the door, the scent of something warm and toasty already drifting through the air.
She followed the aroma into the small kitchen and smiled as she spotted Rayna standing over the stove, humming to herself while flipping something in a pan.
"Morning," Ruby said softly.
Rayna turned around immediately, her smile bright and genuine. "Hey, you're up. I was just about to bring you something in bed."
