Chapter 69–Moana’s POV
I was already awake when morning came.
Not because I wanted to be but because sleep had refused to hold me. Every time my eyes closed, my chest hurt so bad, my mind was replaying the event of the night before. My mother’s voice. Her confession. The truth I had never known I was missing. It felt like my life had been split into two parts before last night and after.
I lay on my bed staring at the ceiling, listening to the quiet hum of the house. The silence felt unnatural, heavy. My hands were clasped tightly on my stomach, my fingers digging into my dress, as if holding myself together.
Go back to Paris. The word floated through my mind like a threat.
Paris had never been freedom for me. It had been isolation disguised as opportunity. I had promised myself I wou
