Eleanor’s POV
"Don’t talk about that night again… not in my ear," I whispered, barely able to hold her gaze.
My mother stilled, her eyes brimming once more with unshed tears. But I couldn’t take it anymore. That night had carved a wound so deep into my memory, so sharp and cold, that even her voice brought it back to life.
“I said I’m going,” I added, softer this time. "You don’t need to convince me or apologize anymore."
"I’ll go to Shadowood, as promised."
She started to speak again, trying to explain, maybe to comfort, but I held up a hand, firm and final.
“I suddenly feel like sleeping,” I murmured, running a tired hand over my face. “Can you… can you let me rest for a while?”
Her face cracked with emotion, but she nodded with a grace I hadn’t expected. “Of course, sweetheart,”
