WREN
I sat at the small dining table, going over this month's money like I always did around this time. I checked how much I'd been paid, how much was left after rent, and what I needed to buy before the week ended. Bandages, saline, and a few herbs I was running low on. Food too, since the cupboard had looked embarrassingly empty the last time I checked.
Doing this was something I could do without thinking too much, it was more like a routine to me. Maybe that was why my mind had the privilege to wander so easily.
Of the things to think of, my mind chose to think of Elias, like it wasn't done thinking about him.
I thought about how different my life had been back then. Back when I was still Wren Vance, before all this. Before the trial, before the Pits, before I had to sit at a table
