Chapter 30

"Hold it," she said, handing over the bowl. Then she sat next to me, having the bowl again from my hand.

"You can lean on me, Camilla, if you like. I know you're still weak," she said. I lean my back on her and make her comfortable with her arms around me. Now I may sound so unfair, but I remember the most person I cared about is... Florence.

"Where is she...?" she paused, listening to the spoon stop touching my lips.

"Missing," she said plainly.

"Shades?" I asked again, opening my mouth.

"She's outside," she said while I was chewing my food. Then I flash memories of someone on my back or behind me. I held tight to the edges of the bed, panting almost to the point of vomiting.

"Are you okay? Are you finished?" a worrying sound behind me.

But I had another bite; the food was too good. I forgot how to eat again.

"It will be month next three days technically." I paused and looked at her. She gave me a soup from the other bowl and sounded deadly serious about it.