Nana stumbles into her room; every cell in her body aches, and her brain is hazy with tiredness. Each step feels as if she's dragging behind her a hundred pounds. With barely the door closed, she sees Felicia sitting on the edge of the bed, her face buried in her hands, shoulders shaking with silent sobs.
Felicia's been sobbing-not crying-for the past few hours. She got back from the packhouse a little while ago. News travels fast in this hellhole, and she must have heard the rest.
The moment Felicia lifts her head and sees Nana, she gasps, eyes red and swollen. "Oh, my child..." Her voice threatens to break as she rushes towards Nana and grips her hands with her frail fingers shaking. "Why... why didn't you tell me?"
Nana hardly has the energy to respond. Straighten up for a while.
Fe
