Lilith pov

I couldn’t cry.

I desperately wanted to cry, but I couldn’t.

I once read in a book that when tragedy truly hits someone, the first emotion they process is shock.

Then disbelief. Then hope that it isn’t true, that it’s just a dream. And finally, the brutal realization that it is real… and that you have no choice but to face it.

I guess I belonged to that category after all.

When I first heard about my father’s death on the battlefield, I didn’t cry. I didn’t react. I kept telling myself it was just a nightmare.

But it was only when I saw my mother’s unconscious body…...