Thirty minutes later, I was freshly cleaned and out of the shower, drying my hair. I had never thought a hot shower could feel as amazing as it did, but the moment I finally turned off the water and stepped from it, a sigh of relief escaped my lips.
Yes, I had been through hell, but I couldn’t allow my sorrow over losing Melissa to keep weighing on me. I cried for twenty minutes in the shower to the point I couldn’t breathe, and wanted the world to destroy me. I was lost without her, and I hated myself for what I did, but I couldn’t let it destroy me.
I had to get better for her. I had to.
When a soft knock came at the door, I knew my time was up. Trixie had made a point letting me know she would be back as soon as I was done getting ready so she could take me down to dinner. Odin, my so-called grandfather, wanted us all to join him—even though I had no interest.
