The Quiet Record of Whispered Vows

Previously

…Pip let out a happy yip and licked her hand. He knew she was right. He was proof of that. He was Lily’s best friend, brought to life by her imagination, and he was always there to remind her of the good things her magic could do. As they walked to their next class, the faint scent of shimmering dust still lingered in the air, a tiny, beautiful reminder of the joy Lily had shared, and the quiet strength she was finding within herself. The notebook was a gift, and she was finally starting to understand how to use it for good, one whispered vow of kindness at a time.