Twenty six

It has been two days or three days—she had stopped counting at the third day so it has to be four days. It’s been four days since she last had that deep conversation with Kendrix. It’s been four days since she last saw him, since she last saw Blake…

She only had two days left until the time was due and her father was going to give her away—to Kendrix. She didn’t know why she wasn’t upset about the idea anymore. Not because he told her everything she needed to clear her doubts. Blake wasn’t willing to come meet her parents, by the looks of it. If he wanted to, he would’ve come knocking on her door by now. But it’s been four days and he hasn’t showed up. He probably won’t show up.

If only Max was here, he would’ve told her what to do. He would’ve given her the advice she needs and the encouragement she needs to keep going. But here she was in her room, lying in the pool of her own misery like she always did whenever she felt defeated.

If Max was here, maybe he’d tell her to let go of