LARA’S POV

I lay on my bed, tossing and turning. All I wanted was to keep my eyes shut and never have to open it, but my troubled heart would hear non it as so many thoughts ravaged my soul.

This war.

Clearly Diamond Cut Pack is in the wrong, they asked for this war and left us with no other choice. But in as much as I would not want to dwell on it, I still could not bring myself to ignore the fact that a part of me, no, an essential part of me dwells there. My mother.

I tried to convince myself that it would be alright,...