Chapter Fifty-Five
The next two days passed like a slow, agonizing blur. The brilliant sunshine that had welcomed the men back from the north quickly faded away, replaced by a thick, heavy gray fog that rolled over the compound walls and settled into every corner of the yard. It felt like the weather was mocking me, matching the suffocating darkness that had taken up permanent residence in my chest.
I barely left the bedroom. The heavy metal door stayed locked from the inside, a barrier between me and the world that had become entirely hostile. I only ventured downstairs in the dead of night, when the clubhouse was dead and the fires in the courtyard had burned down to cold ash, just to grab a bottle of water or a piece of bread before scurrying back up the steps like a thief in my own h
