Rhia POV
I woke up smiling.
The realization hit me the second I became aware of it, startling me enough that I lay there for a moment, staring at the ceiling, wondering what the nuts was wrong with me.
I should feel guilty. I mean, I knew that much more than anything. I should have woken with shame, replaying everything, and questioning myself until my head hurt, but there was nothing. Oh, there was…just not what I had expected. There was no guilt, no panic, no disgust or anger, just a strange lightness in my chest, and a calm in my body that shouldn’t be there. It was like the feeling you get when you finally exhale after holding your breath for too long.
And that should have worried me, but instead, I shrugged it off with a loud stretch, mumbling something about “not allowing myself
