Astrid

The past few days had been an exhausting cycle of surging anxiety and crushing hopelessness. Ever since the conversation with Solomon, I couldn’t shake the feeling that the entire packhouse was part of some grand conspiracy that revolved around me. I didn’t feel safe anywhere. It was impossible to sleep soundly. I wanted desperately to go stay with Tristan, but I didn’t want to get him into trouble with dad.

I didn’t know what he might do if he ...