She steps further into the room and I remain pinned in my place, uncertain if I should make a run for it and just lower my head and let it play out as it usually did. She was still rather round, some pregnancy weight still making her cheeks plump and, for a woman who had given birth less than a month ago, she was incredibly stable on her feet. It made me feel absolutely horrible. Why was I in this room when she was clearly belonging here?
Why did I sleep in her bed?
I have never been less proud of myself than I am right now... I took her spot in Alarick's bed and, instead of being angry about it, she just brought me my clothes back.
Did she was them for me?
My stomach twists and I feel like this is nothing but a horribly cruel joke that will soon start to unravel, and I will find mysel
