Chapter 88. I’m Sorry: pt. 3

Not even a week ago Emmeline was living in the guilt of killing her own blood and when she had come to know that her daughter was alive. She was so happy, she had sobbed in relief in Darach’s arms but now it feels like she had to carry more grief on her shoulders than before.

The weight of her sorrow pressed down like a physical force, as if invisible hands gripped her chest, stealing every breath.

The guilt of abandoning Eva was going to be the end of her~

Her heart throbbed painfully beneath her ribs, each beat echoing like a reminder of her sin.

For centuries, Emmeline had been trapped in her past and the key had been lost. No one was there to save her because no one had been there to hear her cries.

The ghosts of her memories clung to her skin like frost, whispering old lullabies turned into curses. The air tasted of dust and loneliness.

She had passed her days in solitude~

Her footsteps had been her only companion, echoing endlessly aga