Footsteps dragged me out of a sleep that had been anything but restful. I slowly opened my eyes and my gaze fell on a pair of legs. I looked up and saw with horror that they belonged to the only person I didn't want to meet today, Ivana. Her rage was such that all color had been removed from her face and her eyes were no longer green, but a glowing red, which did not bode well. Then I noticed that her fist was clenched on a sheet of paper, so hard that her knuckles had turned white. I glanced down at my own hands and discovered that Isaac's letter was gone. Now fully awake, I made a move to get up when she kicked me hard in the stomach. She hit me so hard that I gagged, but my empty stomach refused to bring up anything but sour bile. Coughing and trying to catch my breath, I reached out a
