Mia
I went back to my room that night feeling unusually heavy.
Even though my father had reassured me over and over again that everything was under control, that nothing bad would happen to my brother and that the poison had already been neutralized, I still couldn’t shake the unease sitting in my chest. His words should have calmed me, but instead they only echoed in my mind, repeating themselves until they lost meaning.
I didn’t feel like eating.
Even when food was brought to me, I barely touched it, just sat there staring at it without appetite, my thoughts too loud and too tangled to allow anything else in.
Eventually, I gave up entirely and lay down, but sleep didn’t come easily.
And when it finally did, it wasn’t peaceful.
The next morning came too quickly.
I woke up with a d
