Phoebe's POV
I wasn't sure if forgiveness could ever find its way into my heart for my father, but seeing his broken state made my chest ache with pain. I wanted his suffering to end, yet I couldn't bring myself to forgive him so easily.
This resentment felt like armor I wore - if I released it and erased what Cameron had inflicted on me, I'd be betraying the part of myself that had endured so much.
The wounded piece of me that still bled.
Even now, healing remained elusive. I tried pushing those memories away, but they clawed back into my thoughts relentlessly.
'I don't think going is wise...' I whispered, setting the book on my lap.
"I agree completely."
Perry's voice made me jump.
The king approached with casual confidence, and I immediately recognized trouble brewing in his expression.
Visiting Cameron in the dungeon without consulting him first had been reckless. He must have learned about my visit from the guards.
