Karina
The hem of the white dress sways around my ankles as I make my way down the grand staircase, my fingers clinging to the banister for support. Every step sends a fresh ripple of pain through my spine, but I press on.
Selene told me to go to the backyard of the packhouse—that the ceremony was being held there. I hadn't questioned her. Honestly, I hadn't had the strength to. I still don't really know what I am supposed to do now, so until I figure it out, listening to others seems like the safest option.
The pain in my back is manageable now, dulled into a tight, constant throb. I clutch my pendant between my fingers, soaking up the subtle sense of support this gives me. Selene insisted on taking it down, but I refused. Somehow, I can no longer let go of this thing.
Before exiting the building, I take a deep breath, but the corset doesn't let the air fill my lungs completely. What truly suffocates me, however, is the silence that greets me as soon as I step outside.
