52. Willow: World

Willow's Pov

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I awoke, my body still feeling heavy with exhaustion, and then the events of the previous night came flooding back

Downstairs, I could hear Luca and Simone talking quietly. I took a deep breath, preparing myself for what was to come, and headed downstairs to face my mother.

We had picked her up from her friend's place last night because she was eventually going to head home, but the news about Simon's death was just announced this morning.

My mother was sitting at the kitchen table, a mug of coffee cradled in her hands. She looked up as I entered, her eyes red and puffy from crying. Harriet stood beside her also and she gave me a not-so-neutral gaze, but she left the kitchen immediately I signaled with my eyes.

"Willow," my mother said, her voice thick with emotion. "I heard about Simon. He just arrived, how could he die, people would think I did something to him."

I swallowed hard, my throat tightening with anxiety. "Mom, there's something I need to tell you," I s