Chapter 184: Book 4 : Chapter 33

I still lay in the bed hours later drawing imaginary circles and patterns on the sheets with the tip of my finger. It had been the worse day of my life from start to finish. I hadn't slept, eaten and besides one glass of water, I'd had nothing to drink either. But I wasn't thinking about that anymore. I was numb to it.

Andrea had returned two hours after he left but didn't come upstairs which I was eternally grateful for. The thought of seeing him made me feel sick to the stomach and intensified the dull ache in my head.

"Blanca!" His voice called from the stairs as I heard his footsteps come up. "Get up, it's time to cook."

I internally groaned but didn't move an inch.

He then reached the room which had grown dark and flicked on the light. He was in my visual field but I refused to look at him.

"You look like shit," he said. "Have a shower and find some clothes to change into. Or I'll do it for you."