Larissa's POV.
Mrs. Muffins made us dinner while I took a bath and changed into another of Zia's clothes.
Dinner was ready. I offered to set the table.
It wasn't until we've each taken our seats and picked up our spoons, that we individually realized none of us had the appetite to eat anything. Especially me, the tears wouldn't just stop flowing down my cheeks.
The flashbacks came in tons, my father breathing his last in my arms, the lifeless bodies of the knights, and Zia screaming at me to run for my life in the forest. They all came haunting me and I sobbed on.
Sniffling, I wiped the tears and raised my gaze from my plate, only to stare at Mrs. Muffins also struggling with her emotions across the table. Even until now, there was no sign of Zia.
I couldn't. I just couldn't sit down
