Sayah burps just as I step out of the bathroom; freshly showered and dressed in a pink floral skirt and simple white tank top. I’d let my hair loose; covering what part of my scars the tank top hadn’t.
Sayah grins at my outfit approvingly, getting to her feet and dusting her red sundress. “Okay! Let’s go.”
I hope to run into Natalia on our way out, but the only familiar face I’d seen in the hallways was Kira, and she didn’t have the faintest idea where Natalia had gone. If I could guess, I’d say she’s by the lake. But to be completely honest, I really didn’t feel like talking to her right now; something about guilt and anger and bitterness.
The sun glares down on us, already drying the earth that had been soaked by rain the previous day.
My stomach groans and I suddenly remembered that
