Part 18

A knot formed in my throat at the sound of the clock ticking, and I struggled to eat a few bites of the food. Beth prepared it with extra care as usual, but nothing could replace a sinking feeling in my stomach.

The silence in my room was almost deafening, broken by the sound of my cutlery hitting the plate, and soon it came close to driving me insane. I gave up on eating and opened the window, hoping that the sounds coming from outside would alleviate my anxiety. No sooner had I unlatched and pulled the window open which I closed it again. The

howling of the wind, along with the guard's loud movements, was an annoying distraction.

My eyes fell on the large, opened trunks on the floor. They were yet to be packed with all my beloved stuff. I had barely managed to stuff some of my favourite books before having a breakdo