“Maria, you need some sleep. Like real sleep." Sophie held Maria's cheeks in her hands. “And real food. You need to stop with the sandwiches. Julie and the gang have stopped their pranks, right? Let's get some warm food."
Those exhausted green eyes blinked absently.
The good friend released Maria's cheeks and grabbed her delicate hands. “Hmmm? Shall we? Maria?"
Maria's rosy lips spread into an appreciative smile. “We shall. But not now, Sophie. I have an art class." And it's my only connection with Sarkon. I must go.
Sophie pouted in disappointment. “After art class? Please, Maria. Let me feed you. Please..."
Maria laughed weakly. The first in the week since Sarkon told her to get a husband.
Crying to the sea of hills helped a lot. She emptied all her frustration and distress. Tho
