The food the officers brought me sat untouched. My body grew weaker and my face became gaunt. It was as if all life had been drained out of me.
One afternoon, the door creaked open. Assuming it was the officer with my meal, I weakly said, “I’m not hungry.”
But when I turned my head, I met Carly’s gaze.
Zelene's POV
Carly put on an act, pretending to be concerned as she asked a few meaningless questions. But her eyes told the truth—full of mockery.
I hadn’t eaten in days, and seeing her only made me feel sicker. I turned away, refusing to look at her. But she clung to me like a curse, refusing to leave.
"Sis, how could you be so careless?" she sighed dramatically. "Losing your legs like this… how are you going to live now?"
Then, without warning, she yanked the blanket off me. Her eyes landed on my wounds, and she immediately recoiled, covering her face.
"Ugh! That’s disgusting!" she shrieked. "So much blood—what a nightmare! Poor Alger. Even after all this, he still won’t divorce you."
I had been avoiding looking at my injuries these past few days, pretending they weren’t there.
But hearing her say that… I snapped.