The door clicks shut behind me as I step into the room, my mind still buzzing from the conversation with Eden.
My grip tightens on the tray, and when I set it down on the table, the plates rattle loudly. I flinch at the sound, my irritation making my movements harsher than intended.
But none of that matters right now.
I rush to the mirror, my hands trembling slightly as I push my hair back, searching for what Priscilla pointed out earlier.
And then I see it.
A streak of silver-white cutting through my golden locks like a s***h of moonlight.
My stomach clenches.
This isn’t normal.
I tilt my head, running my fingers over the strands as if touching them will somehow make them disappear.
But they don’t. They stand out in stark contrast against the rest of my hair.
A lump forms in m
