-Amber-
I walked over to Everly, who was sitting on the couch in my new “room”, now clothed, with a big blanket around her. She was sitting in front of a small fireplace, staring into the flames. It looked as if she were in a trance, and I wasn’t sure if I should interrupt her. Still, I sat down beside her, handing her a warm cup of tea I had been allowed to make downstairs.
“Here,” I offered.
“Tell me you put something stronger in it,” she whispered.
“I…” I looked around and then spotted a small cabinet with alcohol in it. I walked over, found a bottle of scotch, and walked back to her, pouring a little into her cup.
“There,” I said.
She didn’t even glance at me. Instead, she sat there, lost in the flames, sipping her strong tea. Her bruises were still visible, and I knew they would
