AZALEA'S POV
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Sunday rolls around too fast for me to process anything. I'm still highly upset with Corbin for what he did, but the better part of me, the sane and rational part appreciates it.
I was selfish to sink into such a dark place without a way out. It feels self-absorbent. That's exactly what it actually was.
I crawled into a shell of misery while grief chased, and trapped me in there.
Staring at my reflection, my eyes roam down the white sweater, looking for any stains before I pull my necklace to the front, the small golden lock pendant hanging loosely on the knitted sweater. I slip my black belt through my brown skirt, fastening it to keep the material in place.
"Mommy, where are we going?" I haven't told Lyra why we're getting dressed, and every time she looks at me, t
