¬ Fashire
A jolt travelled through me at the exact strike of her cane with those words.
I stiffened, wanting to bite back with a sharp retort, but my insides twisted with an annoying sensation.
I drew in a sharp breath between my teeth and sank back into the chair, rubbing my hands over my face.
The fight drained out of me all at once.
I had no response. None that would satisfy her. None that would satisfy myself.
My body felt heavier than it should have been as I reclined further. My body had healed, but that damned numbness in my cheek pulsed faintly. My eyes drifted shut for a moment before I forced them open again.
"I don't know why I went."
Her eyes widened a fraction.
They hardened again and I could feel a headache coming on that instant.
I shook my head. "Stop. No. I do not know why I went, and I do not know what you want me to say—"
"Regret and guilt are normal feelings. You are not above that."
I laughed. "I only made a foolish decision. That is not—"
