*Natalia*
I wept the entire drive home after my all-too-brief meeting with Tallon. I managed to hold it together until I got to the car because I didn’t want the guards to see me so vulnerable, but the moment I was safe in the back seat, I fell apart.
I was thankful that my driver pretended not to notice. I don’t know how I would have reacted if he asked me if I was okay.
How could I be okay after seeing Tallon under these conditions?
Seeing him in that damned prison uniform was almost too much for me to stomach. They were treating him like some common criminal, and he was anything but. It was like a bad dream that had leaked into reality. I thought that seeing him in person would bring me comfort, but it only made my loneliness stronger.
I hated it.
I hated this entire situation, and the longer it went on, the more I wanted to make the person responsible pay for it. By the time we got back to the house, my tears had dried up and were replaced with angry determination.
