LENA
I had been in the twins territory for five days. Five days of such lying in that room looking at walls which seemed continually to press nearer and nearer. Five days of refusing meals other than the absolute minimum necessary to keep her pregnancy alive. Five days of telling myself Lucien wasn’t coming for me.
The room was nice — too nice for me, I suspect. The compound had large windows that looked out to the forest outside. Soft blankets covered the bed. There were fresh flowers every morning, although I did not meet anyone who delivered them. The twins were offering me everything I wasn’t asking for.
They were providing me safety when I wanted to matter to someone.
Sitting up and wincing at the effort, I manoeuvred on the bed. The physical injuries were healing and doing so wel
