Adellia had difficulty sleeping every night since she found out Lucius was alive. She was filled with feelings of regret, longing, loneliness, and, most of all, guilt. The guilt of not being there for her son haunted her day and night, keeping her awake.
Mylene did what she could to provide for her. She talked things out, helped make tea, used calming aromas, and tried all sorts of other things to help Adellia de-stress. However, nothing seemed to work.
The night of the party continued to replay in her head. She reached her hand out to him, but he simply recoiled. There was a flash of disgust on his face… as if the thought of her skin touching him was… Adellia turned and threw up into a bucket by her bedside.
"I deserve this. Truly I do." She mumbled. "The things I did were to save his life, but… those scars. The pain he must have…"
