Chapter 115 The Hollow Kind Of Familiar

• The night felt endless.
• Zara sat on the edge of her bed, still dressed from the dinner, her fingers tracing the seam of her skirt absentmindedly. The bouquet of daisies Jayden had given her sat in a glass vase by the window, but their brightness somehow made the room feel lonelier.
• Her head ached not the kind of pain the doctor warned her about, but a slow, aching pulse at the center of her chest.