Chapter 199
- My friend came out of her room sometime before lunch. I’d eaten her breakfast at that point and had to prepare something else.
- “Good morning,” she said, yawning. Her eyes were tired and puffy, her colour dull. She’d taken a bath and changed into the clothes she came in with.
- “Morning.” I put my teacup down, inviting her to sit beside me. “How are you doing?” I asked. She shrugged.