I sat in my office for what felt like hours after our conversation, my head pressed against the cool surface of my desk. The room was sparse with only a desk, a chair, a single bookshelf with maybe a dozen volumes, and a window that looked out over the city lights. I'd never bothered to decorate it properly. What was the point when every day brought new crises that demanded my attention elsewhere?
Sienna's words echoed in my mind like a broken record. Is this all worth it? The question felt heavier now, sitting alone in the quiet darkness. Away from the others, away from their expectant faces and unwavering loyalty, I could finally confront the doubt that had been growing in my chest like a tumor.
What did I really want?
