Thirteen

Adela narrows her clear blue eyes, the wrinkled skin around her eyes creasing even more. “You’d better. Now, I have something for you.”

As I was fully expecting Adela to leave after she’d examined my leg and told me it was well on the way to healing, I’m surprised she’s still here.

But then, I remember she practically shoved Mack out of the lounge before she checked my leg, so I guess I’m about to find out the reason why.

Mack, thankfully, didn’t tell her about my escape attempt out of his bedroom window before he left. I doubt it would’ve gone well with Adela. So, he’s in the kitchen tidying up the remains of the breakfast we shared that morning.

After my overheard conversation from the day before, Mack gave me ice cream, water, and more food than I could ever hope to eat. But despite all his care, my headache soon transformed into a migraine so bad that I went to bed early.

When he suggested it was because of the sun, I didn’t correct him. I couldn’t. I was in too much pain by then