EREN'S POV

I sit on the couch, staring blankly at the wall as the events of the day replay in my mind. Octavia sits down beside me, her eyes concerned.

"Eren, is everything fine?" she asks softly, her hand on my arm.

I turn to her, trying to shake off the numbness that's settled over me. But it's hard to pretend everything is okay when it's not. "It's just...my mother," I say finally, my voice barely above a whisper.

Octavia's expression softens, and she wraps her arms around me. "What about her, Eren?" she asks gently.

I take a deep breath, trying to find the words to express the emotions...