Grieving

‘Are you really going to do it?’ Iris questioned, her voice sounding more like a whine.

I chose to ignore her for the millionth time this morning. Her incessant pacing and questions have given me one of the worst headaches I’ve had in my life.

My head was already running wild with questions and answers. I didn’t need any other questions.

‘That’s specifically why I’m trying to get answers from you,’ Iris growled.

I ignored her once again, choosing to clean the house to distract my mind.

My heart felt as if it were torn to shreds, and I couldn't blame her for wondering. I was considering sending her back to the Goddess, essentially cutting her time here on Earth short.

I spent what felt like hours cleaning everything. Scrubbing the counters, floors, doors, trim, anything I could think of.

“You’re going to scrub the finish off of the floor soon,” Wyatt chuckled sleepily. I had an incredibly hard time sleeping after my future dream. I’ve been up for hours and it's just no