Isabel
The dining hall is quiet, too quiet, except for the occasional clink of my fork against the plate. The food doesn't taste like much today, but I keep eating, pretending that I'm not thinking about it. But I *am* thinking about it. I can't help it. The image is burned into my mind—Leonard and Aurelia, together, on the same bed. I had opened the door and... there they were. I hadn't stayed long enough to get answers, just backed out as quickly as I had stumbled in. But now, sitting here in this suffocating silence, I can't shake the question that's been gnawing at me ever since.
What really happened between them while Aurelia was locked up?