Chapter 49

CALISTA'S P. O. V

“Tell me everything.”

I whispered, staring at the green tea that had gone cold. I knew there was more, more she was holding back.

Aunt Lena sighed, she took my hand in hers “Calista, it's been a long day for you. Get some rest, we have all the time to talk.”

I nodded absentmindedly, my mind still reeling; I flickered a glance at where our hands were connected, then back at the tea. “I want to hear it now.”

She heaved a resigned breath out. “If you insist, but first let me get you some hot tea, you'll need it.”

Aunt Lena stood up and took the porcelain cups in her hand, she walked into her kitchen with it.

I sat there, unmoving and sunken. My hollow eyes traced the pattern of the carpeted floor. I tried to move my limbs, but I couldn't feel my legs, my arms, or even my head. But inside me, I was screaming, pulling my hair out, and laughing like a deranged patient in an asylum.

I was never supposed to happen. I was the reason why my mother was tied to my heartless