Elara stood by the window, wrapping her arms around herself like they would hold her together. The sky outside was very dull, just like her heart had been lately. She hadn’t seen Sebastian all day, not since the night she ran to him crying, and he held her close, asking her what was wrong.
Jones had knocked earlier because he wanted to talk to her. She pretended that she was asleep.
The knock came again. She prayed he wasn’t the one knocking again. But it was him.
“Elara, open the door,” Jones said.
His voice was soft but firm as if he was trying not to lose his temper.
“Open the door this minute Elara.” He said.
She opened the door slowly, her eyes already looking tired.
“You haven’t eaten,” he said. “The omelet is cold already.”
“I wasn’t hungry.” She replied.
He walked insi
