Fiona’s POV

Morning came without light; I had shut all my curtains to keep the rays from leaking in.

I struggled to open my eyes slowly, but everything still felt dark.

My head throbbed. My eyelids burned like I had rubbed spice into them. When I touched my face, my fingers met dry, tight traces of tears that had long stopped flowing but never truly ended inside me.

For a few seconds, I didn’t move from the spot I was stuck at, I just stared at the ceiling as the memories of last night ...