Another day passed and I am already fully healed. Physically at least. Only a small, unnoticeable scar was left on the skin on my chest. My heart and emotion are another story but I refuse to talk about it. I didn’t even tell anyone that my own mate was the one who tried to end my life.
Not even to Cordelia…
I stood up from my bed. They removed all the flowers in my room after I woke up yesterday. They admitted that they are already planning for my funeral since they really thought I was dead.
Who wouldn’t think that way if I am not breathing nor my heart was beating? I didn’t know how it happened. I didn’t know how I am still alive today but I am so grateful.
I was about to go out when I stopped walking all of a sudden because I felt something different inside me. Could it be…
“Daci
