My days are good. Cabot Estates Winery thrives once more. Though the winery is not mine anymore, I have to do something to keep me busy. Aris sends word that all is well in Turmus.
A quiet routine as been settled into. I imagine if Max wanted me gone he would let me know but I really don't want to take the children from him and if I leave they will be going with me. The agreed upon time has come and gone but it is getting harder for me to let either he or I be without what matters most to us. And so I stay.
The gardens were always my favorite place when I lived here as Max's companion. Each afternoon I sit in quiet and daydream about anything and everything as the children work their studies or play in the fresh air and sunshine.
Oft I wonder of Trusk.. I hope he is healthy and whole. I do miss my guard very much, he was a good friend. Dawson.. there is a fine line between bitterness and wisdom of experience. On a good day I am fairly sure I have made it to the side of wisdom. On occasion a day of bitterness reigns. I hope giving me up was worth the prize he sought. I hope he is happy and prospering.
Max and I enjoy a quiet co-existance. We have come a long way over a great many years and have circled back to a pleasant place. At times he seems surprised that I am still here. I told him I would let him know if I left on business. For now the children are very happy with both of us available to them. And so it shall be for the time being.
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