45. Caspian
The mansion feels wrong without Asena.
I am angry and pissed at everyone and everything for no apparent reason.
I didn't realize how much space one woman had occupied until she left.
Now everything in our room and in the house reminds me of Asena; the breakfast table where she argued with me about coffee, the library where she fell asleep reading, the couch where she curled up beneath blankets while pretending she wasn't waiting for Zavian and me to return home and the bathroom where her toiletries are still as she left them.
The maids know better than to touch anything.
The flowers in our room get replaced, the sheets get changed but everything else stays exactly as she left it as though she might walk back through the front door tomorrow.
We don't want her to find any
