Book 15: A Week of Not Knowing

Marianna

A Week Later…

Some mornings, I can barely drag myself out of bed, but I do. I put on the brave face I have Dean to thank for–a face that hides the internal anguish and dread ripping me to pieces.

But I’m being strong for Skye. I have to. I promised Blake I would be. Some nights when I can’t sleep, I go to the empty, quiet ballroom and fill the space with the sound of my violin, praying he can hear the music through our bond. It’s all I have to hang on to–the only thing keeping me from falling into myself, from giving up.

Now, morning sunlight drifts through the curtains in Blake’s suite as I gather what belongings I’ll need for the day and stuff them in my purse, along with a few snacks and drinks for me and my daughter. She’s in the main living room when I walk out, sliding my sunglasses into my hair while double checking I brought everything we’d need for a day out of… here. Just away. The palace walls have felt like a grim reminde