Mara
Keisha’s situation lingered in my thoughts, pressing like a bruise. It was heartbreaking. I’d been right to distance myself from her—but had it been worth it?
If I’d known she was battling depression when Lucian and his team went missing, I would have reached out.
I remembered my own state during that time—heavy, empty—but without the illness dragging me under, I’d managed to keep my head above water. Keisha hadn’t been so lucky.
Even in the grip of psychosis, she had tried to warn me about the kitchen, giving me the only version her mind could piece together. And I, too distraught, hadn’t stopped to connect the dots.
I was glad Lucian had gone looking for Denis instead of cutting him down. If he hadn’t, a disgraceful dismissal would have been a cruelty Denis didn’t deserve. I c
