CLEOPATRA POV
The night was cold and traitorous.
Everything hurts.
Come morning I praise, thinking things were going to get better, but how wrong I was.
I get informed by the prison guard that pa was here to see me. A sense of excitement washes over me.
' Surely, he must have good news since he went to meet the benevolent Luna, Charlotte'_ I scream within.
Hopeful, I quickly drag myself to my feet, gingerly I pulling myself through the pain to the visiting room only to see an eye sore.
Pa is seated there. A gigantic bloody bandage on his forehead. His face seems to be swollen, accentuated by blood clots.
One of his legs is covered with a cast. On his right, lays a crutch.
" Pa what happened to you?" I question, running to his site, my own pain forgotten for a moment.
" Wha
