Felicia After a night of intermittent sleep, I woke to the maid returning with a breakfast tray. “Good morning,” I said pleasantly, though my voice sounded a bit gravelly. Another quick movement of her eyes was all I got in response before she retreated out the door with quick, nervous steps, as though she was afraid any contact with me would communicate some dreaded illness. It was extremely frustrating, and I huffed out an exasperated sigh. But, my stomach soon grumbled with hunger, aggravated by the scent of nearby food, so I ate my breakfast like a good little prisoner and decided not to let the maid's behavior both
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