Wysteria POV
Crickets singing awakened me from the deep sleep, lulling me to dream with parted eyelids.
My cheek pressing on the floor was dampened and cold, added to my puffy eyes and saggy breath that was too heavy to breathe on.
I bawled my eyes and heart, the longest let-out in years.
Is this what it felt when someone wanted you gone?
But why? How come it was different from when Christine wanted me dead?
This hurts so much.
Knock. Knock.
Shadows lurked, pacing back and forth on the front door with whispers that were the collision of hot and cold. Never between.
"My Lady, are you awake? May we come in?" The soft voice was carried in with the wind blowing between the gap on the door.
Her scent was citrusy, brought with the woody scent of another.
"My Lady, I brought a fresh
