The next morning, I woke up with swollen eyes from crying and a heavy heart.
Elena's words kept replaying in my head, especially the part about Kieran only feeling sorry for me.
I got dressed slowly and went downstairs, hoping to avoid everyone and just grab some bread for breakfast.
But when I entered the kitchen, I found Kieran sitting alone at the table with two cups of tea.
"Good morning," he said gently, pushing one of the cups toward me.
"I made you chamomile tea. I thought it might help you feel better."
"Thank you," I said quietly, sitting down across from him.
We sat in silence for a while, both of us sipping our tea.
I could feel Kieran watching me with worried eyes, but I didn't know what to say.
Elena's words had shaken me more than I wanted to admit.
"Laila," Ki
