The warm afternoon sun filtered through the living room curtains, filling the space with a golden light that failed to calm my mind. My fingers clumsily tugged at the threads of the fabric I was trying to weave. I’d never been good at these sorts of things, but I needed something—anything—to keep myself occupied.
The sound of the door opening without warning tore me from my thoughts.
I looked up just in time to see her walk in, as if the house already belonged to her.
"Morgana," I muttered, tension tightening in my chest.
"Elise," she said with a cold smile, her eyes scanning the room before locking onto me. "How cozy. Though I suppose you don’t need much space... in your condition."
I gritted my teeth but didn’t respond. She took a few steps closer, her perfume filling the air, suffo
