Nova
I waited for Frog to return. I anticipated his return. My stomach rumbled, waiting for him to return with food, but he never returned. I began to think the worst. Perhaps Bram found out about his visit. ‘He’s dead, isn’t he?’ I mutter.
‘I can’t say,’ Leto responds.
My arms and shoulders ache from my hands being chained over my head for so long. My legs and bottom are numb from sitting on the cold ground. But still, I sit waiting for something.
‘I am almost healed,’ Leto whispers. ‘Just a few more hours.’
I sigh and close my eyes, falling into a restless slumber. A door slamming jolts me awake, and I sit waiting for whomever I hear coming down the corridor. My sense of smell tells me it isn’t Frog. It’s not Bram, either.
A hooded figure stands in front of the door, and I liste
