Valtira.
My hands trembled uncontrollably, each finger betraying the storm raging inside me.
My heart sank deeper with every passing second, as though invisible claws were tearing it apart, shredding it into fragments too broken to ever be made whole again.
It felt like someone had split my very body into two jagged halves and carelessly discarded the missing pieces.
And that someone stood before me.
Adeline.
Her words were venom, sharp and deliberate, meant to wound, and yet every accusation she hurled felt utterly baseless, warped by grief and rage rather than truth.
“How could you say such a thing to me, Adeline?” I demanded, my voice shaking despite my effort to steady it. “We were friends. We still are. I opened my heart to you because I trusted you. You made yourself someone I
