Chapter 48

“An ex-boyfriend…”

The heroic vision of a life-or-death battlefield confrontation disintegrated in my mind.

“Wait, an ex-boyfriend? Seriously?”

Though momentarily flustered, the idea of an ex-boyfriend wasn’t entirely surprising. At her age, having one or two ex-boyfriends wasn’t unusual.

But how does one find themselves, not as a teenager or twenty-something, but over fifty, embroiled in a conflict with an ex-boyfriend and getting kicked out of an inn over it?

Wouldn’t such dramas usually end no later than one’s twenties, or at the latest, during adolescence?

As Ranken and Saffron’s gazes grew colder, Moslin snapped at them.