Sienna
I clutched a tiny stick, my trembling hand betraying my anxiety. Alaya, growing impatient, waited outside Axel's bathroom. Axel was busy preparing the ballroom for tonight's event, the last gathering before many of these men departed for war, perhaps never to return.
That little stick, with its pink-tinted window, held the power to predict my future. I knew I had to break the news to him before leaving for Greece, but I found the task daunting.
With a deep breath, I flipped the stick and saw two solid lines on the small frame.
"It's positive," I gasped, dropping the plastic to the floor, where it made a clattering sound against the tile. My body felt tense, and the room seemed to spin. I longed to escape this rollercoaster. The air in my lungs felt trapped, and my knees gave wa
