Fraya
It has been a week since the morning I woke up looking like Eve and feeling less like myself. This past week, the only person we saw was Carlina and that was only to deliver our meals three times a day. She never stays and hasn't said a word to me, only leaving the food on the table and then walking away, closing the door behind her. Every time I see her, guilt eats away at my heart, but I still haven't changed my mind about leaving the moment we find a way to get home. She might not see me as her Queen anymore, knowing that I don't plan on sticking around to free her people or save this world. I feel terrible for letting her suffer, but I need to get home, to my family, that if Donahue is correct, has been looking for us for more than two years. Maybe after I find a way home and ma
