Hundred and seventy-six

THREE DAYS LATER

Grief

Arabella wondered if this was what she was feeling.

The intensity surpassed even the sorrow she felt when her father passed away.

Although it had been three days since Blaze's death and funeral, it seemed as if everything occurred just today. It felt like a part of her, irretrievable, had been taken away.

And she believed so. Each time her thoughts wandered back to Blaze, she listed all the things she could have done to save him.

She failed him.

Sitting cross-legged, she focused on the wall, absentmindedly tracing the outline of the knife in her hand.

She was going to end it all, and she had given it enough thought.

She had attempted to use a rope, but Sandro's vigilant presence prevented her. He had been watching her like a hawk.

Sandro hadn't spoken much since the funeral, giving her the space she appreciated.

Arabella eyed the knife she had quietly brought from the kitchen, choosing a new and sharp one, thinking it might be the best option if she decided to