Zelia
It is nighttime when I finally wake up. I wipe my eyes and feel my way through the dark until I reach the lamp. It takes a few tries before it lights up the cabin.
Indecisive I stand around. I do not have water to wash Charlotte’s clothes or clean the cabin. And I am not taking the chance to leave the cabin. Not because I am afraid, but because I do not want to complicate things any further. There is nothing for me to do. I walk to the window and look longingly at the ocean. It would be so much better if I could be on the deck now, with the breeze through my hair. Instead of being stuck in here.
“I brought dinner,” Bellamy enters the room and I spin around startled. I did not hear the door open. “You are still not allowed to leave.”
“Thank you,” I smile, suddenly acutely aware of
