Third-person POV
Electra sat at the edge of her bed, her elbows resting on her knees as her gaze stayed fixed on nothing in particular. The room was quiet, but her mind was anything but. Thoughts kept moving around in her head without settling, each one pushing against the other like they were all trying to be heard at once, yet none of them made enough sense for her to hold onto.
The name "Solara" echoed louder than the rest, along with everything she had been told about her mother, about her death, about the fact that her very existence had been the reason for it. It was a lot to take in, and for someone who prided herself on being in control of everything, especially her own emotions, the confusion she felt now, amongst everything else, was something she didn't know how to deal with.
