"Did she die in the summer then?" Ara's hands reached out, curling against Daria's arm as she glanced up at the girl. "Or was it - did you miss school?"
Ten. That hadn't been so long ago, then. And she was to be another loss for Daria someday. The thought made her heart ache. The day was looming - she could sense it in the amount of gifts that her parents showered on her during their visits. And the way they spoke of Cousin Ermid as if he was a place to visit, and not a person.