The rejected little soul 💔

Previously

…She thought of the Whispering Figures, their superficial comfort, their insincere promises. Had Silas’s comfort, his protection, been just another iteration of their hollow offerings? The thought was a cold dread, a premonition of a pain that was far deeper than any she had yet experienced. The uncle’s embrace, which had felt so secure, now seemed to hold a subtle, suffocating pressure. The warmth was still there, but beneath it, she was beginning to sense a chilling undercurrent, a disquieting truth that was slowly, inexorably, beginning to surface. The sanctuary she had found had begun to feel like a gilded cage.