Chapter Sixty

I wake up at around noon to a knock on my door.

I know it's Constance. She's the only one who would check up on me at this time. I roll out of bed with a groan and make my way to the door. I try not to fall as I reach the door. I got up too quickly.

I unlock the door.

She smiles at me and gestures at the tray she's carrying. It has always astounded me how she manages to keep a smile on her face regardless of the situation. It cheers me up a little. Her happiness has always been contagious. "I brought you some soup and your pain medication. How's that arm?"

"Sore," I admit.

"I'll take care of it while your soup cools a little, and then you can eat it. It'll do you good. I'm glad you managed to sleep for so many hours."

"Have you heard any news about her?" I ask. I can't bear to say her name anymore. It leaves a bitter taste in my mouth.

"Unfortunately, no," she answers. "Your father has men looking all over for her, but it isn't easy. She was always smart, and so hiding is no big