Maeve
"You don't look so well, have you had something to eat for today?" A familiar masculine voice asked. I had locked my door the moment I entered my room, so how on earth did Mark manage to find himself inside?
"What on earth are you doing here?! How did you get in here?!" I thundered, but he quickly placed a finger on my lips to keep me from screaming out my lungs any further.
"You're going to wake the baby if you keep screaming like that. It took me a great deal just to get him to close his eyes, you know?" Mark shushed.
I turned to look at my sleeping baby, and despite being his mother, I felt no emotions. If anything, I desired that he had never been born. If he hadn't existed, perhaps Klaus would still look at me. If he hadn't existed, Icarus never would've gotten this much control over my life. His very existence had completely turned my life around, and I just couldn't bring myself to feel love for my own son.