CHAPTER 83
Amyla woke up to a cold empty bed, rubbing her eyes. She could see it was still early in the morning. Stretching her neck, she peeked inside the ajar balcony and closet door, but he wasn't around, which could mean only one thing. He left early again.
She laid back down and pondered over the events of last night, his whimpering and begging as he thrashed around gasping for air , then having a panic attack. His lifeless eyes and vulnerable self as he sat in front of his father's grave. It was the first time she ever saw him like that, without his violent, rageful, and inconsiderate self. The surprising part was how he held her close, gently, as if she was some kind of oxygen he needed to breathe.
All these things solidified one thing in her mind and that was he used his rage an
