There's Another Option

Maria paced back and forth in her room, the wooden floorboards creaking softly under her feet. It was said that you never know what you have until you don't have it anymore. That applied to her right now.

She'd been confined in her room for days, courtesy of Bellamy. He hadn't told her father but the threat of it had been pretty sufficient in getting her to do what he wanted.

And now, there was no flying, no wandering, and no secret visits. Just the suffocating quiet of her room and her thoughts. Too many thoughts.

She sat by the window and stared out at the settlement around them. Frem here she couldn't see the walls or the gates, but the thoughts still slipped into her mind.

Was Abram still there? Was he waiting for her at his usual spot? Had he been punished again?