Caroline's POV
Another day passed in a blur. My mind kept replaying the scene with Draven in Joseph's office yesterday. At night,I still cried into my pillow,hiding my tears from Eleanor.
Rory had been unusually quiet this morning.
"I'm not sulking. I'm just... hurt," she replied softly.
"Alaric called out to me,Caroline. I know you're angry at Draven,and I won't forgive them that easily either."
I sighed as I focused on preparing breakfast for Liam.
"Good goddess,you look terrible," Eleanor said,walking into the kitchen wearing her silk pajamas. She cupped my face between her hands,examining me. "The concealer is doing overtime,but it can't hide everything. Have you slept at all?"
"I'm hanging on by a thread,Elle. Between work,Liam,and..." I trailed off,unable to even say his name.
