Chapter Twenty-Six

Lyda found less sleep as the nights passed. Eventually, there was no sleep at all. Lyda was sitting on her bed in the cellar, never even undoing the blanket. She had lost all natural urge to sleep, as if something was forcing her to stay awake. Instead, she sat on the bed and stared blankly into the dark corners of the cellar, her own little alcove lit by a single candle on her bedside table.

Mere weeks had gone by since the incident while camping, and many thoughts had gone through her head ever since. She hoped to learn more, anything she could, by inflicting that nightmare upon herself, but she got much more than she had bargained for with the most horrifying experience of her life, and she had gained nothing from it. It had been a complicated road. She had not felt like herself since then, until Iris had inadvertently given her the courage to think about what it was she really wanted.

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