FAYE
The room was quiet.
Quiet in a way that made every little sound stand out more than usual.
The scratching of my pen.
The faint movement of the curtains from the night breeze slipping through the open balcony doors.
Even my own breathing sounded louder somehow.
I sat at the dressing table, staring down at the blank sheet of paper in front of me for what had to be the tenth time.
Or maybe the twentieth.
At this point, I honestly didn’t know anymore.
The lantern beside me glowed softly, casting light across the table while shadows shifted against the walls behind me.
I should have been resting.
That was what Alexander wanted. It was more of an instruction because I had quite a rough day, and tomorrow would be worse. I needed the rest.
I knew that myself.
But rest felt imposs
