chapter 6

Maeve pov

They say when life hands you lemons, you should make lemonade. But what they failed to mention are the times when life hands you an entire orchard of lemons, and all you can do is stand there like a coward, paralyzed, watching them rot at your feet.

It's been two weeks since the mating ball.Two weeks since I last left the comfort of my room. Two weeks of laying in bed listening to the haunting melodies of Lana Del Rey. And Two weeks since I felt anything any feelings except for numbness.

And when I tell you it's been a rough past few weeks, you better believe me.

When Ava took me home that night, I barely made it through the door before I crumbled. The tears started slow, just a soft trickle, but then I burst into sobs. I didn't have the strength to explain. All I could do was wrap my arms around my mom, hugging her tightly.

Mom held me tight, her fingers brushing my hair in that soothing, familiar way, that comforted me. Ava understood I wasn't ready to talk beca