Chapter 137

Maeve’s POV

I whistled a low, tuneless melody as I walked out of my room, the plastic laundry basket tucked under my arm.

The scent of detergent wafted up from the clothes—a normal, everyday smell I was trying to use to ground myself. I just wanted to focus on the normalcy of it: fold, sort, repeat.

I needed something, anything, to keep my mind from drifting back to the grief that had been suffoca