ISABELLE
There wasn't a single part of my body that didn't hurt: for crying out loud, almost getting killed and torn apart wasn't a good experience.
But it didn't matter - what truly mattered was that Violet had made it, that she was okay, and that her dad had found her and brought her home safely.
Thank the Goddess this is what happened, I thought, watching the little ones play. I'd woken up less than five minutes ago, and they'd been the first thing I saw - comfortably seated in the armchairs in my room and playing memory. Neither Becky nor Reiner, or any of their uncles, were in sight - so I didn't know whether they had been left there on purpose or whether those two had run away. Knowing them, however, the second option was very likely.
I had not yet let them know that I was aw
