Chapter Seven(17)
‘Of course, I would,’ she saw Lydia smile at her, her expression having shown her thoughts. It’s so easy to settle into the easier environment, not to detest the new rules but to accept them.
Lydia, holding Cecy’s wounded hand tenderly, led her to her room. It was an early ‘night’ compared to others that followed, and Cecy could feel nothing but satisfaction as Alberto was forgotten by the other girl, like a childish revenge having just succeeded.
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Cecilia watches as the images speed up before her eyes once more, and slow down after some passing of time. Time?
She furrows her brow. There is someone else watching, and the feeling is unpleasant. Wait.