Maria POV
She looked peaceful. Her book had fallen onto the floor, the pages splayed across the cold tile. Her eyes were closed, her mouth slightly ajar. The blanket across her lap was still slightly warm, and her delicate, wrinkled skin still had a little heat left in it.
My dad commanded the Female warriors to take care of Mrs Davies’s body, so I left the kitchen in search of Mr Davies. As expected, I found him in the woodshed, his tears soaking the chair he was carving.
“Mr Davies?” I said, quietly. “I’m so sorry for your loss.”
He turned to face me, the rivets in his face glistening. “Thank you, Luna. She adored you,you know. It almost made her feel better that we couldn’t have children of our own.”
“You couldn’t? I’m sorry.” I bowed my head.
“No, sadly it wasn’t in our car
