A Year of Punishment
Zann was braiding my hair, holding a piece of candy, smiling warmly as he said, “Neve, when I grow up, I’ll build you a castle and make you the happiest princess.”
Trembling, I mustered my last ounce of strength. With bloodstained fingers, I slid across the screen to send my last message.
[Zann, I’m not waiting anymore. My life repays you and Wanda. Bury me with my parents.]
Each word drained every ounce of energy from my body, as if pouring all the grievances, agony, and despair of the past year into that brief message.
When the message was sent, every shred of burden was lifted.
I closed my eyes, utterly drained.