Edric
A sigh escaped my lips, a silent acknowledgment of the inevitable.
The very air in the room seemed to vibrate with the unspoken dread of what was unfolding. A mental breakdown. The fragile equilibrium I had hoped Diana had found felt like it was teetering on the precipice.
If my recollections served me correctly – and they usually did, in their own fragmented way – this exact emotional collapse had been the catalyst for her initial illness.
I desperately wanted to steer her away from that precipice, to prevent her from plunging back into that desolate state.
I hated it.
I couldn’t bear the thought of her tears falling because of me.
It felt profoundly unnecessary.
I was beginning to micromanage her every reaction, a frantic, internal calculus aimed at ensuring her happin
