I make my way towards the dining room in a haze of grief and barely enough sleep. Between all of the things that needed doing following Father"s death in the early hours, and the horrible dreams I had when I finally tried to get some rest, I"m exhausted.
And now a new day is here and I have to face it. Just like I have to face all of the following days too. It"s almost too much to bear, though I know I"m going to have to.
I come to a stop outside the dining room and pause, trying to pluck up the courage to head inside and face other people.
"Iset, are you all right?" Nahresi asks, calling my attention to his steady presence.
I smile sadly. "No."
He chuckles. "I don"t know why I asked."
"Because you know that I need the reminder that someone sees me as who I am, and not the person I n
