Chapter 49
- Zara’s pov
- The silence of the room was deafening. It was colder, harsher than before. They had taken my books, my tables, even the small stool I used to sit by the window. The walls seemed to close in on me, the air thick and all I had left was just my bed.
- I curled up on the cold floor, my arms wrapped around my knees, shivering not just from the cold but from the bone-deep loneliness that seemed to take hold of me.