Chapter 7

Arya pov

The sun cast its golden hues on the floor. I lay on the ground with my back on the floor and my face facing the sky. My hands were held against each other and placed on my tummy. My ears were filled with the sweet song of the birds and the tiny insects on the land. I breathed in the cool breeze, and my skin enjoyed the cold dew.

My eyes were shut; it was my favorite place. The garden.

"Arya," a voice called, and my heart jumped inside my stomach, hoping it wasn't Leonor Alice. I kept calm without moving an inch, hoping it was my imagination. I was a mile away from their reach, and I prayed silently that no one would discover a place where I keep my sh*t together—my favorite place.

"Arya, my child," the voice called again, but it was gentle, just like a gentle breeze. It wasn't familiar, and it wasn't my imagination playing tricks on me.

I jumped to my feet, looking left and right like a lost puppy who had missed her way. I tried to figure out where the voice was coming from.