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CHAPTER 173
~Valerie's POV~
My thoughts drifted to the day of the scandal and how one of the girls had yanked at my hair during training the other day, when the scandal was at its peak, was a risk I did not wish to take next time.
Some days, I did weak sewing or stitches to hold my hair in place tightly.
I sighed and leaned against the cold tile wall, letting the water run over me. It washed down my face, neck, and shoulders, soaking my hair.
It should've felt peaceful. Cleansing. But I felt the weight instead.
Like all the things I never said were clinging to the edges of every drop.
I tilted my head back and closed my eyes, trying to ground myself.
The truth was, I missed Solstice, sneaking into my room at night and sharing a bed with me when she felt alone or got scared of a thunderstorm.
How ironic that her favourite and only brother bore Storm.