Sloane’s POV
Zia refuses to let me wallow, and so for the past three days, I have been pretending to be normal. Not much to do since university is closed for the semester, and now I only work weekends. But not this past weekend because of my state.
Xavier, bless his innocent heart, thinks this is good. That I can rest and recover better. But it’s quite the opposite.
Without anything to occupy my mind to distract me, I have my thoughts, and, unfortunately, they circulate around almost dying. And it makes me think of my parents more and more.
Why had I not been with them that day? I would have preferred to die rather than live this hateful life. It’s like I’ve been on auto-mode since.
From then to now, I have learned to smile when I’m expected to smile, answer questions without letting
