PERLAH’S POV
I sat on the floor of the living room, thoughts of Arcane filling up my head and clogging up my senses. I still found it hard to believe that my son, my little boy was gone. I pulled two of his shirts I had gotten from the orphanage to my nose, sniffing it intensely, trying to preserve his scent with me.
“Perlah, you need to eat something, you haven’t had anything for 2 days now,” Rodrigo said and squatted beside me on the floor.
“I am not hungry Rodrigo, leave me alone,” I said, and moved away from his touch.
“Perlah, please you have to eat, Arcane is dead, and we have to move on. It’s been two days now, and you haven’t taken a bath or left this position at all. I don’t like seeing you this way”, Rodrigo pleaded with me in a low tone.
The mention of a bathroom made m
