Estella’s POV
When Bree’s trembling finally subsided, Professor Incera crouched beside us and laid a gentle hand on her shoulder.
“You should rest, child. Your body and mind need time to recover.”
At first, Bree didn’t respond, but then she pushed herself off me and wiped her eyes. She had stopped crying some time ago, eyes staring blearily into the distance, but when she let her hand drop now, I noticed that the usual fire had returned to them.
“No,” she said hoarsely. “I’m done resting. I don’t want to sleep and pretend it didn’t happen. I don’t want to forget. I… I want to tell you what happened.”
Professor Incera met my gaze, her brows raised in question. I gave her a small nod. If Bree wanted to talk, she could talk. After what she’d just endured, I was proud of her for being re
