Solange's POV:
The hours following when I sent my Solace away were daunting. Then the hours bled into days, and I slowly but surely sank into depression.
Nothing was worth the energy. I don't remember the last time I ate anything, and water was just to put something in my belly.
“Solange! We cannot afford to have you depressed! The dark witches are almost at our borders, and we will be sitting ducks if everybody doesn't pull their weight in creating this barrier!” the High Priestess screamed at me as she mercilessly pulled open the curtains in my daughter's bedroom, which I had resorted to living in.
The light touching everything I was trying to hide from in the dark made my heart clench painfully.
I wished I could break protocol and reach out to my daughter's father, but I could not.
