When sleep finally claims me, it's filled with nightmares of blood and pain. I jerk awake several times during the night, reaching for a weapon that isn't there.
The dawn comes as a relief as Tiana packs her belongings into a worn-out knapsack.
"I have to go now," she says, her tone heavy with reluctance. She looks at me as if communicating what she had already said the day before, before glancing at my freshly bandaged wounds.
"Again, take care of your wound, okay?"
I nod at her, despite the frown on her face.
After she leaves, I start sensing the heavy silence between Calais and I. I feel awkward, a clear shift from when Tiana was here.
"Lyrica, we need to move." Calais eventually breaks the silence after we had our breakfast.
