Chapter 62

CLAUDIA. Somehow, I manage to hold it all together until I make it out of the infirmary. I'm already crying, but the absolute breakdown of my whole body doesn't come until I'm far away from his room. It's like finding out he might die all over again. The walls are closing in, the air is not breathable... everything is just not good. Not for me. Not for the one who lied. Not for the one who's known to be something that is capable of murder. I touch my chest and it feels like nothing is there, just an empty little beat that's not strong enough to support an entire system. I almost fall down the stairs when I make an attempt to go down, but I continue on my way. I just want to put as much distance between me and Achilles. I just want to be away. Even though it means there is no coming back. Bed, I think to myself. Maybe the best place to go is to my bedroom. Maybe when I wake up, this will all just be a dream. I'm about to turn around and head to my room, but then someone looms over