Writer's POV

It sounded more like a dream to Daciana that what she was thinking about, how to deal with it, was now presented to her eyes.

Her body began to shiver on the inside, and she felt like pulling back time to the past and rethinking things, but it was too late for that.

“Okay,” she replied and inhaled deeply. It seems her fate was now written and was outside waiting for her.

Conri stood by the side and was lost for words to say, if only he could intervene and do something for her, but it wouldn't be possible. In the state of power, he could never stand...