There's a boost of energy as I wrap the duvet around my figure and eagerly slip back into my dress. The ache between my legs grows more prominent with each step I take.
When I step over the tattered door, it clicks, resonating through the empty hallway.
I tiptoe in the dark hallway, feeling along the walls to make sure I don't trip.
The darkness has seeped in, casting shadows that remind me just how much time I've wasted daydreaming and sulking over his absence.
There's a light in the kitchen that glows from afar. When I enter, it welcomes me.
"Hi," Lily turns around, almost falling off the chair when she spots me. She pats the empty seat beside her, motioning for me to come over.
I ignore her attempt at handing me an olive branch and, with my arms hugging my form, I sit opposite her closer to where Linda, the cook, is drying dishes.
"Zara," she says almost teasingly, as she opens a drawer and adds the cleaned plate to the stack of cups.
