~Livia's POV
I shut the door behind me the moment I entered my father's house. I shut it so fast, like if I paused for even a second, something would catch up with me.
My hands were shaking. I pressed my back against the door and stayed there for a moment, breathing too fast, trying to slow it down but failing. The house felt too quiet, too normal for what I had just done.
And that was the problem.
Everything was still normal here, but nothing inside me was. I walked quickly to my room and locked it. Then I sat on the bed, staring at my hands like they belonged to someone else.
"I am fine," I whispered to myself, but my voice did not even sound real.
My fingers kept moving without control, picking at my skin, biting slightly at my nails, like my body was trying to release the tension in any way it could.
