I felt empty. That's all I was. Just an empty space where my baby used to be. My chest felt crushed, my heart torn out. Only a hollow feeling remained.
Astor stood at the end of the bed, like a shadow. He looked lost and crushed but I felt nothing for him. I didn't feel sorry and I certainly did not sympathize with him.
"Take me home," I whispered. My voice was rough, but it was also a strong order. I looked at him, my eyes burning. All I saw was the man who locked me up, who let me slowly die inside that dungeon.
He moved, looking unsure. "Faith, I don't think that's a good idea right now. You need to rest."
Rest? How could I rest when my baby was gone? How could I rest when my heart was broken? I just stared at him with narrowed eyes and he understood. His shoulders dropped, and he s
