C17 Despair

Lydia and Clinton's Residence…

Lydia's hair, usually a neat cascade of blonde, was pulled back in a messy bun, loose strands clinging to her damp forehead.

The luxurious silk robe that usually flowed around her petite frame now hung limply, offering little comfort against the chill that seemed to seep from within. She paced relentlessly, a caged tigress