The next morning, I walked into the kitchen feeling completely drained. I had barely slept. Every time I closed my eyes, I kept thinking about the way Nora looked at me when she touched me. It was like she could see right through me, straight into the secret I have been trying to hide. The thought of it had kept me awake all night, tossing and turning.
Mae stood at the counter preparing ingredients for the day. She looked up at me and her eyes widened slightly.
"You look tired," she said.
"I did not sleep much," I answered, rubbing the side of my face.
She nodded like she understood and then pointed toward a tray she was setting up. "Ansel asked you to bring his breakfast to his room."
I blinked, surprised. "Really? I thought he always eats in the dining room."
"Yes, he usually does,
