— MARA |
I didn't eat dinner.
Or breakfast.
Or lunch the next day.
Mrs. Kovac brought trays. I sent them back untouched.
She tried reasoning with me. "You need to eat, child."
"I need to leave."
"That's not possible."
"Then I'm not eating."
She sighed. Left. Returned with different food.
I didn't touch it.
By the second day, I was light-headed. Weak. But determined.
If Cassian wanted me alive, he'd have to give me something.
And what I wanted was freedom.
Real freedom.
Not the illusion of open doors with cameras watching my every move.
The third morning, Cassian came himself.
He looked tired. Disheveled. Like he hadn't slept.
Good.
"You need to eat," he said.
"I need to leave."
"We've been over this."
"Then we'll keep going over it until you listen."
He moved to the
