Chapter 145 The Final Confession

• Narine
• I stood still for a moment, the weight of everything pressing against my lungs. Then I turned away from him and walked slowly to the hanging swing chair. The vines above it curled like ivy fingers, draping overhead like a green veil touched with sunlight. I moved toward it, my limbs were heavy, and my heart even heavier. The cushion gave way beneath me with a sigh as I sank into it, curling into myself, arms wrapping around my knees. I rested my cheek there, watching as the garden beyond blurred into a silvery haze.
• "I'm not ready," I murmured.