Phoebe’s POV
The room was too quiet, and it made me restless. I hated the silence. It let my mind wander, let the thoughts creep in, and I didn’t want to think about any of it. My mother had been keeping to her room winde Tiara had been taken away and I didn't know how to deal with that. She was usually the one I went to on days like this. She was the one who would know what to say to help my mind stay at ease. She was the one who would suggest the next line of action to me on days like this. But now that she was mostly in her room, she was acting defeated, as if there was nothing we could do about the current situation of things.
I paced in front of my vanity, arms folded, lips pressed together so tightly they hurt. Anger simmered under my skin, getting hotter, ready to boil over.
Tiar
