Empty Days
The day stretched on forever.
I stayed in my room the whole time. After coming back from the kitchen, I did not have the strength to go out again. The cold words from the maid kept repeating in my head — “Murderer’s daughter.” I felt too tired to face more hate.
I sat on the bed for hours, just staring at the wall. Then I picked up one of the books Elena had secretly left for me. It was a story about a girl who found her mate in a distant pack. I tried to read, but the words would not stay in my mind. After a few pages, I realized I had read the same paragraph five times without understanding it.
My thoughts kept going back to Chase. To last night with Kylian. To the baby growing inside me. Everything felt heavy. Too heavy.
I put the book down and walked to the window. The
