I had never been more worried about others as much as I had worried about myself while living on the streets. I could even say the same with agitation about being famished almost every time since I got used to it until the mysterious absence of Lincoln occurred. But knowing he and the others didn't come home like they were supposed to made me restless.
“Please, Anya... just go to sleep and I’ll wait for them,” Florence offered after I had never said a word to her for several hours.
I had been thinking about asking Florence what she knew, but then I realized what was the purpose of inquiring when she purposely didn't divulge right to me. Otherwise, it was confidential which would definitely make me understand.
But as Lincoln’s mate and his soon-to-be wife, don't I have the right to know
