FIFTY EIGHT | Not Alone

[VLADIMIR]

It’s been two days and Zarina hasn’t left her room; she barely even leaves her bed. She refuses to talk, eat, drink, or do anything at all, except for lying on the bed and staring blankly into nothing. I cannot help but worry about her, don’t know what to do or say or how to help her get through this tough time.

Perhaps it’s all my fault. I should never have agreed, should not have given in to Isabella’s demand. Before the meeting, Zarina was happy, or at least, better than she is now. Instead of leading her blindly into the room, I should have warned her, given her a hint or something. Then again, if I had done so, she would have come up with millions of questions. And God knows, I’m trying to wrap my head around this mess myself. She is not alone in this turmoil of confusion. I’m with her. We should have seen this coming, though. The similarities were bang on. I just wonder how they hid the truth for so long, and how much more is there to it we still aren’t able to figure