IT HAD been a long time since I took the triplets outside. So, to put Flint’s head off her own mind, I requested for us to spend time in the garden behind the palace.
At first, Flint refused. She was so adamant about staying with Rita, even when the guards were obviously never going to let her see her grandmother. She could not even walk past the front gate of the dungeon to catch a glimpse of the old woman. I had told her that she would be fine, but Flint was never the same ever since.
I tried to lift up the moon, even though my own heart was shuttering inside my chest thinking about Rita being alone and cold in a dark dungeon. Flint had always had a soft spot for the kids, so I made them cheer her up. It was futile. The younger girl looked broken and lost. Rita was the only one she had
