Medora
Overwhelmed. That was the only word to describe how I felt. Reign had stayed away from me for months now—exactly what I’d told myself I wanted. So why did it feel like this? Why did I feel hollow? Why did I miss Clyde so much all of a sudden? Why did I wish, desperately, that things could just go back to the way they were?
Tears streamed down my face as I sat at my desk, the weight of my emotions soaking through every thought. I squeezed my eyes shut, biting my lip to keep from sobbing out loud. My tears pooled on the paper in front of me, smudging the ink.
The sound of the door creaking open startled me, and I quickly wiped my face with the back of my hand.
“Medora? Are you crying?” Millie’s voice was filled with concern as her heels clicked against the floor. She walked over,
