"Miss Hellery." Chlea called in a tone full of concern.
"Here…" Isadore replied, without needing to raise her voice.
In the tense silence, her tone bounced off the bare walls.
"Are you fine?" Chlea asked sympathetically, catching her blank expression.
"I'm tired." answered Isadore, sincerely.
She hadn't been able to sleep at all after leaving the castle, had spent the morning lying on her bed, staring at the ceiling through tears she couldn't control, thinking about everything and nothing.
Because by now she no longer had any certainty and it was destabilizing.
At least, that was the excuse she had provided to her heart, begging him not to torment her anymore because the pain was killing her.
"Uncle Viktor?" Isadore asked, forcing herself back to the present, she had already wasted
