Jane
It had been two days. Two days since I found out my entire life was a lie. Two days since I breathed fresh air, saw sunlight, or changed clothes. It had been two days without Dax.
I thought about my mother, how she must have felt finding out she was pregnant by a man she no longer loved. I thought about my father, or at least the man I thought was my father; I remember his love for me, his support, and his belief in me. I yearned for his presence, needing to hear his voice, his advice. My thoughts drifted to Dorian who had driven himself mad over the loss of my mother and then the restricted access to his child. I wanted to escape my own mind for a moment, just for a little while. I cried consistently and refused to eat, despite Dorian bringing me meals at breakfast, lunch, and dinn
