CHAPTER 100
MARA’S POV
Lila was already up when I woke–hell, it was the constant patter of her foot against the floorboards that stirred me from my sleep.
I turned onto my side with a low groan, my pillow folded over my ear as I tried to block out the sound of her moving around the kitchen. Cups clinking, the low whistle of the kettle on the gas, the faint sound of morning radio murmuring in the background–everything slipped through, adding to the banging that already plagued my head.
For a long moment, I didn't move. I just started there, curled on my side, one hand instinctively resting on my stomach. My breathing came out steady despite the dull ache in my lower back that I accepted as my new normal.
I thought back to my own home–imagined my mother constantly screaming my name,
