ISOLDE
Sun pours through the curtain, kissing my face.
I turn onto my other side, but sleep is already gone. I try to will it back, forcing my eyes shut, yet the harder I try, the more it slips away. In the end, I give up.
My eyes crack open to a cruel reality. Today marks two weeks and a day since the heat broke me. It really did. I can barely feel a thing.
Morgan has been great, gathering my pieces, treating me well, as if there is still hope. But I know the truth. This is my dreadful fate.
I struggle to sit up, my messy hair falling forward as my head pounds. The headache has been my worst enemy since that night, messing with my thoughts and nightmares.
Nightmares about my mother and my hard past.
I still haven't talked about her. Once my death news spreads, perhaps my fathe
