Anila's POV

Now, only Garrett and I remained in the room. He sat back at his desk, and the room fell silent, with the sound of pages turning the only audible noise. The atmosphere was so heavy that it felt suffocating.

I stood in front of him, nervously fidgeting with my fingers, as if awaiting an impending judgment.

"Are you that unwell?" Garrett finally looked up. His eyes were deep and indifferent, and a kind of indescribable unease washed over me.

I nodded. I still felt sore and tired all over, but that was hardly the point.

"I just want to relax and take a break..." I had held onto...