Raisel’s POV

Fiora walked into the room, pushing the trolley ahead of her. I quickly shut the door behind her. She set the food tray on the table, and I just stood there, frozen. I didn’t even know how to start a conversation with someone who used to be such a close friend but now felt like a distant stranger standing in my room.

“Anything else you need, ma’am?” Fiora’s words startled me, pulling me out of my thoughts.

“Fiora, how are you?” I whispered. She turned and ...