Of course it would be what he asks first. The blanket stopped at my navel since it was getting hot, and only a bandage covered my chest. The rest of my skin was exposed; their stories heard. I lowered the covers and glanced at my bandaged abdomen.
"Punishments." I answered, looking back up at Elijah.
"For what crimes?" He asked, almost hesitantly, like he didn’t want to know the answer but was obligated to anyways.
I glanced up to the ceiling and felt a muscle in my jaw w twitch and throb. If I could admit it to myself, then I could admit it to Elijah. "Being born weak." I croaked.
Elijah nibbled on his lower lip, and leaned closer towards me. His brows furrowed as he stared intently at me. "You're not weak." He said, a borrowed sadness clouding his features.
"You don't know that." I
