Leo’s POV
As the Morning came, I didn't felt the peace I usually did.
The sun filtered through the curtains of my room, its golden glow falling across the floor, but it felt dim to me. Nothing could brighten the heaviness pressing in my chest.
I hadn’t slept much last night, not with Nova clinging to her Mom’s bedside until she finally drifted off. Even at that time, her small fists held onto the blanket as if she would lose her forever if she didn't.
And now she was unhappy and angry. Not at the poison or maid, not even at the fate No—she was angry at Father.
I knew it before she even said it. The way she didn't look my father in the eyes, the way her little shoulders tensed whenever he entered the room. Nova is very young to understand what really happened but she definitely unders
