“Miss Anna, it’s time for breakfast,” the maid’s voice came from behind the door, making Anna let out a long, weary sigh.
She knew she was already late. But since earlier that morning, she had chosen to remain in her room, her thoughts spiraling just at the idea of having to face them. With heavy steps, Anna finally opened the door and made her way to the dining room.
The moment she entered, three pairs of eyes turned toward her at once. Her chest tightened. Awkward. Suffocating.
“I’m sorry, Mom. I overslept,” Anna said nervously, lowering her gaze.
“That’s alright. Come, sit down,” Matilda replied gently, offering her a faint smile.
Throughout breakfast, Anna barely lifted her head. Her heart pounded so loudly it felt as though it might burst from her chest. The silence weighed heavi
