Amaris was going to kill him. Thomas knew that now. She would be the death of him. His escape back to his family had been a dream. He had never left that dank hole in the middle of nowhere. Morgana and Jeremy hadn't found him. He was still there. That was why he hadn't gained weight even through the best efforts Peter's hospital, Deirdre and his spouses had. His mind had come up with a delusion to explain his continued starvation. Some bullshit reason like his metabolism had sped up. He knew it was utter crap, but part of him was thankful for it. He was thankful for the delusion. The compensation. Anything was better than the truth. That no matter how long he held out, Amaris was going to finish him off in the end. No one knew he was missing. Aurelia wasn't dead. She was still pretending to be him. Still enjoying the hospitality of his loved ones in his place. His safety was an illusion. All just a dream.
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