~Grace~
The following morning is the sort that usually follows a violent storm...bright and clear, but with a fine, damp mist that settles cold and refreshing on the skin.
Kate brings a breakfast of fresh fruit juice and a sandwich. I would have preferred something heavier, as it seems my appetite is fully awake.
Freye wants to eat with me. To taste what kind of food we eat here, but Kate sits with me and eats in the room, so she cannot make herself visible to her.
I want to ask Kate why she won't say anything to her cousin about yesterday. She saw me when I crept in wearing my blood-stained, battered gown, and even after I freshened up, she helped dispose of my clothes.
I didn't bring it up, though. I won't ever have an answer to her own questions either. And by the way her eyes keep finding mine, she wants to ask but won't start up the conversation either.
She finds her phone and types in some words on it, then shoves it to my face. "Sucre's coming home soon."
I nod.
