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    “Okay,” I replied, nodding, and then turned back toward the room. Evie was still lying there, staring nkly at the ceiling, not making a sound,pletely still.


    I grabbed the warm oatmeal from the table and ced it next to her bed, speaking gently. “Evie, you haven’t eaten in ages. Please, have some oatmeal. You need it to keep your body from giving out.”


    Evie didn’t move, not a flicker in her eyes, and stayed as silent as ever. Seeing her like this, my heart hurt.


    “Evie, I know you’re in pain and feeling guilty… but none of this is your fault. You were under the effect of a potion from the Wizard n; you didn’t have control over your actions…”


    I let out a long sigh and asked, “Evie, do you know what your grandma told me before she passed?”


    Atst, Evie reacted. Her eyes shifted toward me, waiting for me to say more.


    I took a slow breath. “Evie, your grandma told me she never med you. Herst words were for me to look after you and make sure you… live on happily.”


    As I spoke, my throat tightened, and my eyes burned with tears. But I forced myself to hold them back.


    Evie’s eyes went wide, and tears began to form. Her voice was shaky, barely above a whisper. “I killed Grandma. It was me… I deserve to die…”


    Hearing that broke my heart. I pulled her into my arms, holding her close and tight.


    Her body tensed, then suddenly she broke down, crying hard in my arms.


    “It’s not your fault, Evie. You’re not to me…” I whispered repeatedly, holding her close. “It was Antoni; he used a potion to control you. You didn’t know what you were doing… Your grandma never med you. She just wanted you… to live a good life.”


    “No… it’s my fault…” Evie’s sobs were gut-wrenching, as if she was trying to release all her pain.


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    Her hands gripped my shirt, and her voice cracked. “It’s my fault… I killed Grandma… Why am I still breathing… why…”


    I couldn’t find the words, so I just held her tighter, letting her tears soak through my clothes.


    Makenna’s POV:


    Evie wept for what felt like an eternity, her sobs slowly fading until they became soft sniffles. She curled up in my arms and, eventually, drifted off to sleep.


    I carefullyid her back on the bed, tucked the covers around her, and then turned to leave the room.


    In the hallway, Jett was still there, leaning against the wall, his face serious.


    When he saw me, he nced up and asked, his toneced with concern, “How is Evie?”


    I let out a heavy sigh, my voice rough as I answered, “She’s really upset. She cried a lot. But… it’s actually good that she’s letting herself cry and respond to everything. It’s better than keeping it all bottled up.”


    As I spoke, I tried to force a smile, but I couldn’t muster the energy for it.


    Jett gave a small nod, his face still grim.


    His eyes stayed on me, as if he could see just how drained and hurt I was. After a pause, he spoke softly, “Makenna, don’t overdo it. You need to take care of yourself, too.”


    I lowered my head, wiped away the tears that had gathered, and tried to pull myself together. “Rosaline… staying in that cold coffin all the time isn’t right either. Once Evie’s feeling better, let’s hold a funeral for Rosaline. She deserves to rest in peace.”v


    Jett didn’t say much more. He simply nodded and gave my shoulder a reassuring pat. “Get some rest first. I’ll handle the rest. Don’t worry.”


    I gave a faint nod and made my way back to my room.


    When I opened the door, it felt like every ounce of strength had been drained from me, and I copsed onto the bed.


    The room was unnervingly still, with only the soft whisper of the wind against the curtains outside.


    I bowed my head, covered my face with my hands, and let the tears fall without holding back.


    All the pent-up emotions—the pressure, the pain, the helplessness—came pouring out all at once. Evie’s breakdown, Rosaline’s death, the Wizard n’s scheming, and the mystery of where Alice and Winfred had gone…


    I bit my lip, fighting to keep from crying out, but my shoulders shook with trembling. Tears slipped through my fingers, dripping onto the sheets and forming a damp spot. My sobs grew louder, and I couldn’t hold them back anymore. I curled into a tight ball, letting the tears flow freely.


    It was only in moments like this, when I was alone, that I allowed myself to truly fall apart and face my weakness.


    At that moment, the door creaked open slowly. Through my blurred vision, I looked up and saw Dominic standing in the doorway. He held a small food box in his hands and walked right in.


    “What are you doing here?” I quickly wiped my face, my voice rough and thick with emotion. Despite trying to hide it, I couldn’t mask the hurt.


    Dominic didn’t answer right away. He quietly shut the door, then walked over to the table and ced the food box down. He turned to face me, his brow furrowed slightly. His eyes locked onto mine as he asked softly, “Why are you crying? What’s going on?”


    “Nothing… I’m just a little worn out,” I mumbled, lowering my head and avoiding his gaze.


    Dominic stayed quiet for a moment before sitting down beside me on the bed. He gently cupped my face, tilting it up to make me look at him. “Are you worried about Winfred?” he asked.


    The moment I heard my son’s name, a wave of pain hit me, and tears sprang to my eyes once more, falling uncontrobly.


    “Rosaline… died trying to save me. Winfred and Alice… they’re gone, and I… I can’t do anything. I feel so helpless, like I can’t protect anyone or fix anything…”


    Dominic’s brow furrowed deeper, and a sh of anger crossed his face, though it was softened by something gentler beneath. His voice grew firm as he said, “I don’t want you to think like that.”


    Makenna’s POV:


    I gazed at Dominic, lost in thought. He raised his hand and softly tousled my hair. With sincerity, he said, “Do you even understand how strong you are? Despite all the pressure, you’ve held your ground against the king’s overwhelming power. What you’ve done is incredible. Never forget that; you’ve earned more praise than anyone.”


    As those words sank in, the burden in my chest lifted, and I fell into Dominic’s embrace, crying without control. Dominic didn’t speak much after that. He just pulled me in closer and gently ran his hand up and down my back.


    I rested my head on his chest, my tears soaking his shirt. Slowly, my cries went from loud sobs to quiet, shaky breaths. He held me the whole time, his voice soft as he whispered, “Let it out. Don’t keep it all inside. You’ve been through so much; don’t force yourself to hold on…”


    After what felt like an eternity, my tears finally slowed. My emotions began to settle.


    I raised my head and saw that Dominic’s shirt was soaked with my tears. Feeling a bit shy, I looked down and asked, “What made youe over all of a sudden?”


    Dominicughed softly, his hand reaching out to gently ruffle my hair with care. “You’ve been running around all day, barely eating. I got worried, so I came to see how you were doing.”


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