Calista
“Go on,”
“I-I,” I took the cup from her hand and put it on the nightstand. “I will drink it later.”
My hands trembled slightly as I raised the cup to my lips. The herbal aroma was familiar, almost comforting, but there was something in my mother’s tone that made my stomach churn. I took a small sip, just enough to wet my lips, then lowered the cup.
“I’ll drink it later, Luna,” I repeated, hoping she would let it go.
Her eyes narrowed. “I said, drink it now.”
My heart pounded in my chest as I forced myself to take a few gulps, feeling the warm liquid slide down my throat. She watched me intently, her gaze unwavering. I pretended to drink more than I did, hoping she wouldn’t notice. Finally, when the cup was nearly empty, she seemed satisfied.
She turned and left the room, clo
