"You want a tour of the place?" Rosa says, walking over to hug me.
I nod, surprised by how good a simple hug can feel. Sister Evelyn, caring and compassionate as she may be, isn't big on hugs (or even smiling and laughing for that matter, although I know that beneath her austere, deceivingly cold exterior lies a very soft and kind heart). Gabby was always big on big squishy warm hugs all throughout my childhood, and I forgot how good it feels just to be wrapped up in another person's arms.
Rosa smells of lavender, bitter plant sap, rose perfume, and baking.
She pulls back and holds me at arm's length, looking me up and down.
"Too thin," she says, tutting disapprovingly. "What on earth is Evie feeding you up at that school?"
It's not the food that's the problem. The food at St. Selaph
