“Vania! Wait!”
Vania’s footsteps echoed through the cold, silent hallway of the hospital. She didn’t turn around. She couldn’t.
Her hand clutched a thin jacket that did little to shield her from the chill of the rain outside. But her heart was far colder than her body.
Rain poured heavily as she stepped out. The drops slapped against her face, but she kept walking, no umbrella, letting the storm drench her hair and clothes.
“Why does it have to be like this…?” she whispered.
Her legs felt weak, but she refused to stop. She needed to get away from that ward. Away from the pain. Away from Devandra. From the lies. From Lyra. From everything.
A flash of lightning tore the sky, followed by a deafening crash of thunder. But Vania found comfort in the rain—because it was the only thing hidi
