Christina's pov
I hadn't left my room yet. It wasn't because I couldn't—my room door was not locked. However, I had no strength to deal with whatever was happening outside. My mind was preoccupied with everything that happened between Marcel and me yesterday night.
When I made it back to my room last night, I was exhausted, and that didn't make sense because I barely did any physical training. I guess the mind does have a way of affecting the physical body.
And now I had a lot to think about. I woke up with Marcel's words echoing in my head: "It's time to make peace with your past."
If that were all that was bothering me, I would not be so stressed, but he also made me anxious about something else. I had to choose—stay here or not, by my will or not.
I missed the days when my parents,
