Door Opened Late

Ember POV

I kept asking myself the same questions over and over again, like my mind was stuck in a loop it couldn’t escape from.

Each time my thoughts drifted too far, my driving instructor snapped me back to reality, correcting my grip on the steering, my posture, my focus. But no matter how hard I tried, my mind refused to stay still.

The mere thought of King Valtor sleeping with her made my chest tighten painfully, as though my heart was being squeezed by an invisible hand. I struggled to breathe properly each time the image forced its way into my head.

Time passed slowly.

Lunch...