Narda's POV
I don't know how long I spent sitting on the kitchen floor with my back pressed against the cold kitchen cabinet, tears sliding hot and relentless down my cheeks. My fingers tremble in my lap, twisting the napkin I'd thrown down earlier until it's nothing but a shredded mess.
On the table, still sat the last elephant pancake which had been abandoned on Liam's plate, its smiling trunk-shaped nose mocking me through the blur of my tears. I'd made it with so much care, so much laughter, so much… hope. Now it feels like a relic from a life I don't belong in.
The whole house feels hollow. Cold. Like a shell someone stripped all warmth out of and left me sitting inside it with nothing but silence and that one echoing voice…
"You've done enough."
Axle's words slice th
