Chapter 46 She Will Be Loved
- ⊰ Marcel ⊱
- As I sit in the parlor, my gaze drifts to Mercy’s sleeping form on the couch. She’s curled up beneath a blanket, her head resting on a cushion, her face still bearing the traces of the tears she shed before she fell asleep.
- She refused to go to bed, and given the circumstances, I didn’t have the heart to try to force her to. How could I, when her world is crumbling around her?