Nell’s POV
I have no tears left. My body is void of all moisture and I’m bone tired. Still leaning against the bedroom door in a heap, I feel broken and empty.
Etti is whimpering in the corner of my mind. She knows I’m hurting and she’s seeking the comfort from our mate. If I’m completely honest, I want it too. But I can’t bear the thought of Ben being anywhere near me right now.
I don’t know if I’ve just lost all my fight, but crying does seem to have helped a clear my head a little. There is still an ache in my chest that isn’t shifting. It’s a deep grief that I’ve never felt before.
Grief for the loss of a woman I’ve never met. Grief for my childhood which now feels tainted. Grief for the dream that I had over finding my mate, and grief for my future which feels like it’s been ro
