Chapter 51 Fifty One
- Zoraya
- The room was silent except for the soft crackling of the fire in the hearth. The warmth from the flames should have brought me comfort, yet my body still shivered as if trapped in an endless winter.
- I laid there, staring at the ceiling, my thoughts a chaotic storm that refused to settle. My heart was heavy, burdened by a truth I had only just begun to grasp.