Chapter 13: Closer To The Enemy

I swear I hear her sniffle before she looks away. Drusila stands abruptly and changes the subject. "Enough of the past. It's late and dinner's getting cold. We've travelled for so long that I really miss my pillow."

I smile faintly at that, but it's on a line between a grimace and a wince. I can't forget the horrible image painted in my head, and I'm afraid I'll look at Zeke differently from now on.

But I mentally smack myself in the cheek. Trust isn't blind. I can't let empathy go against my better judgement.

I inform her. "I'm not hungry, but I'll like to be alone now."

Drusila looks like she doesn't approve of my response, but she doesn't scold me. She leaves quietly and closes the door behind her. I'm alone in my room now and my eyes feel heavy.

I yawn and stretch my hands over my head. The dresser is far away but I must change out of these clothes, even though I'm exhausted.

I walk over to the table and pull down the front zip of the jumpsuit. It's down halfway, giving off a