The trip to Belmor took half a month. Adrian kept bringing up old memories, fishing for any spark of love, but my eyes stayed on Nathan. We talked softly, laughed, held hands constantly—even when I dozed, he'd play with my fingers. Adrian suffered, but I didn't care.
In Belmor, he led us to a filthy alley teeming with beggars. I was confused until I saw her—Sylvia, ragged and starving, fighting for a bun, only to be beaten and robbed by other beggars. She ate garbage, a far cry from her former arrogance.
I felt nothing—no vengeance, no satisfaction. Sylvia had hurt me, but I had a new life now.
Adrian called her name, expecting a reaction. Sylvia looked up, crawling to his feet, sobbing. "Adrian, you came! I was wrong—please forgive me!" She turned to me, banging her head b****y. "Lady
