Chapter 21
MY MOUTH OPENED AND closed like a fish, the tears running down my face in hot rivulets.
“Mother, I...”
My mother had trusted me with her essence, her soul. She’d spent the last moments of her life slipping everything she was into my locket and now it was... gone.
She was gone.
“Oh. My. God.”
My heart began to break, my chest imploding with pain. I began to sob, pain racing down my throat as I collapsed.
So, when they walked in, I was laying on my makeshift hospital bed, sobbing my lungs up. My nose ran, and I could barely see, my face was so puffy from crying.
A man cleared his throat—loudly—from the door.
I forced myself to sit up, though I could barely move. In my palm was my mother’s locket. She was gone. She wouldn’t speak to me. Whatever Tavlor had done to my neckl
