(Author's POV)
"You are here to relax, Myra. Not to overthink," Fabian said, while handing her a can of beer. Myra looked his way, accepted it and said with a sigh, "I just couldn't help it."
"I understand you had a long and tiresome day, with all the emotional toll with it. Everyone has these kinds of days in their lives. But know that you haven't done anything wrong. No matter what someone says or questions you. Never blame yourself. Got it," he advised her. These were the same words Jacob told him when he was young. He always used to blame himself for not stepping out of that damned wardrobe and defending his parents' lives. But he hid there like a coward, with his hands covering his mouth so that not even a sob or the sound of his breath got out. He witnessed every single thing those fucking barbaric wolves did to his mother and father, but couldn't muster the courage to step out even once.
