The next day…
LADY BAEVERA
I sat at the center of my chamber, surrounded by darkness. Not just the room but inside me, too.
I felt wounded, as though someone had taken a saw and carved the flesh from my bones, leaving only raw, open wounds exposed to the night air.
I watched my own tears fall, like a rainstorm that had slowed to a steady, miserable drizzle, dripping from the roof to the ground. Drop. Drop. Drop.
What does it take to shatter a doll that is already broken?
Turns out, sending her back to her hell with a different captor will do the trick.
So many pieces of me lay scattered inside, like confetti, shredded too finely to ever be puzzled back together again.
Yet I was alive.
Barely standing, barely breathing, but still alive.
Who would have thought I would survive th
