Chapter 75

"Anya?"

I didn't want to say anything. My eyes were still fixed on the building across the street. I let the night breeze ruffle my hair, ignoring the cold. Even when Dona wrapped a shawl around me, I remained silent. Here, it was just me and Naomi. Dona said she would make a late dinner, but I wasn't really paying attention. I figured Dona could handle the kitchen, and even if it ended up looking like a disaster, she would be responsible for it. Although, realistically speaking, I knew that was highly unlikely, considering how skilled Dona was in the kitchen.

"Anya, Cedric said—"

"I don't want to talk about it, Naomi." I didn't look at Naomi sitting beside me. That's just how I felt. Everything was turning perfectly, slowly, making me feel like I was so easily deceived.

I felt Naomi gently pull me into her embrace. "Just cry, Anya."

Everything I held back while being surrounded by a group