Prince Mathew.

I sat under a tall, leafy tree at the edge of the woods, my back pressed against the rough bark, and I just kept growling, low and deep, my chest vibrating with frustration.

My thoughts spun in circles like a hamster on a wheel, but no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t find an answer to anything that made sense. I wanted to scream.

I wanted to rip something apart. I clenched my fists and stared at the ground, my mind a storm of confusion and anger. “Why is this ...