[Ezra]
After a relatively tense drive, I finally parked my car near the entrance of the Virgo palace.
Xanthea hadn’t said a word ever since we began our ride.
I knew she was sitting with her thoughts, revisiting her memories and reliving the pain.
I could read her eyes and how they lit up and dulled with the changing array of her thoughts.
Her breath had an irregular rhythm, but I could still decipher them as words on pages. And the screams she never cried manifested as the assault of her heartbeats against her ribs.
I had a conversation with her silence that spoke to me more than her words ever would.
Shutting her eyes, Xanthea clenched the fabric of her dress over her thighs.
I placed my hand on hers, feeling the subtle tremble in her fingers.
Her eyes, bleary with uncertainty a
