My hand trembled as I laid my hairbrush down on my dressing table, staring at my reflection blankly as I tried to compose myself. I didn’t need to see a doctor to know that it had been caused by the exhaustion that I was facing, that I was trying and failing miserably to fight off. I knew that I had no choice other than to calm down and try and make some sense of my emotions, especially if I had any hopes of getting some sleep.
It felt like everyone was isolating themselves, like they didn’t want to be around one another—which was somewhat of an understandable matter, considering the fact that dinner had been far from a pleasant affair. My father may not have said anything to Elder Xara at the dining table, but when he had walked out amongst the rest of us, his actions and dismissal of h
