Cordella. Just her name gave me chills. I’ve noticed how she looks at me when I come across her. I didn't need anyone to spell it out that she doesn't like me. It was written all over her face, and she didn't even try to hide it.

“Cordella,” I repeated as I sat at the edge of the bed, my hands folded. “What about her?”

She cleared her throat, looking away. And I've noticed a shift with Sophia as well. The… distance. Was it about what I did that day? How I scared her? Hurt her? I still feel guilty about that, so I guess she hasn't really forgotten about...