The fate thing had been such a joke, but now maybe he was right. Maybe fate really was just what you called it later when it had been the right place and the right time for what you needed.
"I'd like to stay," Mona said just as quietly, as she focused on his hand in her hair, gentle and slow. It reminded her of how her grandpoppy had looked after her when she was tiny and sad, and she needed that right now. "Just a little longer."
She'd have to go back soon enough or her sisters would worry, but not yet. For now she just wanted to sit here with Kit and let him stroke her hair. She just wanted to sit together with someone in the dark and mourn a girl she'd never known but who had changed her life.