LENA
There was something unusual about the light of this morning. Still a sore spot, still something to remind me I had to deal with another day, but somehow less than it had been. I lay there on my back staring at the ceiling and for the first time since I'd entered The Twins' territory, I didn't want nothing to do with unconsciousness.
My stomach growled, and I was startled to realize that I was hungry. Not just knowing that I’m supposed to eat, but actually wanting food.
“Minor victories,” I murmured to myself.
When Elena came with breakfast, I was no longer curled in a ball but sitting up in bed. She saw it right away, and her face changed with guarded optimism.
“Good morning, Lena,” she said, placing the tray on a table. "You look... better today."
“I’m going to eat,” I declared
