It took me nearly a week to finally make up my mind. I refused any other offers to help me from Ravaric and simply decided to let things be as they were. Alarick had a huge problem accepting it. He already saw me as the walking dead and for two days he refused to talk to me. Life slowly got back to normal and I felt free. I hoped that when Ezekiel heard about it, he would let me go and just let us live as before. “Good morning Mom,” I greeted her with a smile. Alarick slept at home, but always left early in the morning to make sure we wouldn’t have a chance to talk. At least he was coming home now.
“Good morning Honey. How are you today?” my mom asked as soon as she saw my wide smile. I felt amazing. For the first time I felt so free.
“Free,” I answered, then I stole one of the pastrie
