En Route : Spain

It would only be a few days after she fainted that Cathy finds herself back in the dungeon. A few days. A few days did nothing but merely ease the aching of her body and burning in her throat. 

The medication she'd been given the past few days spreads weakness through her body. Numbness radiating through her thighs and jolting down her knees. She finds her brain worn down by all the thinking and plotting. She hasn't seen Davide in a while, but she finds it to be no odd thing. He has to keep up appearances. Keep up the charade of the loyal brother while he plans for his downfall.

She notices the notebook with the pen tucked into it. With her eyes fixed on it, something inside her sparks curiosity. And before she knows it, her fingers wander off to grab it, as if controlled by a puppet-master.

She flips through pages, looking for the one poem that could resonate with her.