Emma.
The damp, cold air clung to my skin as I huddled on the stone floor, watching Williams set the tray down on the other side of the bars. His eyes were soft as they met mine.
“Are you cold?” he asked gently, his voice barely above a whisper.
I didn’t answer. Couldn’t. My chest felt as though it were wrapped in iron, each breath a struggle against my emotions.
Williams cleared his throat, shifting uneasily. “Luna Emma, you should eat. You’ll need your strength.”
“Was my brother found?” I finally murmured, looking down at the barely-touched food on the tray.
He hesitated. “Perhaps it’s best if you don’t keep asking such questions. It might not end well for you.”
I sighed, staring into the dark. “I didn’t do it, Williams. I didn’t do any of the things they say.”
He looked away, h
