Chapter 13 The First Gesture
- The click of the lock echoed through the silent room.
- Still lying on her side in bed, Eulalia let out a muffled, irritated sigh. Her eyes were half-shut, heavy from crying and exhaustion, but they still burned with the same stubborn fire.
- “It’s no use, Misty,” she muttered, not even turning her head. “I told you I wouldn’t eat. Just take the tray back—it’s pointless to insist.”