Teresa
I couldn't tell how many days had gone by. The light from the window wasn't doing enough justice, and I was too tired to think of anything but my healing.
The herbs and the treatments the healer administered the other day were a complete waste of time. It wasn't helping. I never got better. If anything, my situation worsened.
Day by day, I looked forward to someone opening that door, walking into this place with herbs and administering them, but nothing.
The door remained locked, with two dummies on the other side playing guard pretend.
In all this, I was grateful for one thing, though. Oris never showed up.
Never came back.
I'm sure whatever the boys whispered into his ears the other day must be that serious.
A small smile twisted my lips at the thought of his issues
