Forty

ARABELLA’S POV

I sat in my dimly lit living room. I stared into space, deep in thought. I can feel the burden of my worry weighing down on me like a heavy weight.

This room that was once filled with laughter now felt too quiet. The silence is a reminder of the challenging times that I’m facing now.

Delinda has been sick for a few weeks now. The worst part is that she’s not responding to treatment. I’ve given her all the drugs and herbs that I could think of. She’s so sick to the point that she’s unable to go to school.

Her absence from school will no doubt affect her academic and social life. I know it might not matter much because she’s a kid but it hurts me because I know how much she loves going to school. Her being away from her friends will make things worse ad will make her feel lonelier.

I worry about her health every day. I know what to do to make her feel better but I dot have the heart to do it.

How do I go back to a pack where everyone there betrayed me? How can I face t