Instead of unwinding herself from exhaustion. She deluged herself with weeping.
I’m sorry. This wouldn’t have happened if I was strong enough... I should have been good enough for our mate... I’m sorry. She pulled her knees up against her body, and her shoulders sagged.
Sad tears continued to stream down her pale cheeks as she bathed.
She dragged her worries with her as she dried herself after hours of soaking. Her fingers were now wrinkly.
Walking inside her closet, she took off a pair of black lacy undergarments that Thalia had picked for her. She tiredly chose a simple pink sundress that ended above her knee cap, not bothering to put on shoes.
She tied her hair into a messy bun, leaving a few strands of baby hair falling down her face and neck.
The need to conquer food was unstop
