Chapter 94

Cassia sat in the grand parlor, its opulence doing little to comfort her turmoil. The afternoon sun poured through the tall windows, casting a warm glow that felt almost mocking given her present state. She clutched a silken handkerchief, already soaked with her tears. Each sob that escaped her lips echoed through the silent room, amplifying the loneliness that gnawed at her heart.

Eleanor entered