Chapter 112 Silent Halls

• I stare up at the unfamiliar ceiling, morning light streaming through unfamiliar windows, casting shadows I don’t recognize across a bed that feels too small, too cold. I’ve been awake for hours, watching dust motes dance in sunbeams, unable to face what leaving this room means.
• Coward.
• The thought rises unbidden, laced with self-loathing. I have no right to hide, not when I’m the one who destroyed everything. Not when my weakness cost so much.