48. Nora
48
Nora
M elody had told me what the letter said, but I hadn’t confirmed for myself until this morning. I fished the letter from the bin, staring at the words on the paper.
I could have gone last night. Part of me wondered if I should have, but things were too messy, too complicated. He’d already invited us to an intimate dinner, then hounded me with another request.
A prince used to getting his way.
Maybe my message last night was the clarity he needed. We couldn’t be the same to each other as we were before.
The timing of my monthly cycle perfectly aligned with my desire to barricade myself in my room and just rest. Helena knew how horrendous my cramps were during those first three days, so sending word that I’d miss a few shifts wasn’t uncommon every month. If Caine had a problem with it, he could help himself to the bloody napkins in the bin for proof.
So for the next couple days, battling pains that nearly made me sick, I didn’t have to think about anything. An oddly welcomed distraction.