Elaria’s POV
Three days ago
“Do you think there’s a chance she ran off, Ruth?” I asked, my voice barely louder than a whisper, heavy with guilt I didn’t want to admit.
Ruth stood by the window, hands clasped in front of her apron. “I don’t know, ma’am. But I believe if she is not anywhere around here. . . It means she is gone”
I chewed my lip, looking down at the empty teacup Amara had used just. She’d been here. Safe, she had been eating a meal and then I had opened my mouth and ruined it all.
“Do you want to find out why?” Ruth asked gently.
“Why should I?” I scoffed, lifting a shoulder in a weak shrug. “I wanted her gone anyway.”
No, actually I feel so bad! I feel guilty and I'm blaming myself for pushing her to want to reconcile with our parents.
They have never been good to me
