Sitting in the seat was difficult. Masey noticed me wince as my wounds touched the fabric, but I couldn’t help it.
“Are you okay?” she asked me.
I gritted my teeth and nodded as I tried to shift to a more comfortable position. From the corner of my eye, I noticed May give me a sympathetic glance. She knew she was lucky that her wounds had healed as quickly as they had, just like she knew enough to keep her mouth shut.
Without another word, I pulled the door closed. When Masey began to drive away, I stared out the window. The memories of my stay at the orphanage seemed to be the only thing I could think about. My eyes continued to stare into the wide array of branches of the oak tree.
I hope Nick runs, I thought solemnly to myself, before the Matron kills him.
“It’s in the past now,” M
