Chapter 22 Truths And Reconciliations

• Storm clouds gathered on the horizon, dark and heavy with unspent rain. Bobby pulled her knees to her chest on the balcony chair, watching the approaching weather with hollow eyes. Three days had passed since her release from the cells to this suite. Three days of refusing visitors, refusing food, and refusing to acknowledge the world beyond these walls.
• The knock came soft and hesitant. Different from the demanding raps of servants or the authoritative pounds of guards. This one waited.
• "Bobby?" Aurelius's voice carried through the door, uncertain in a way she'd never heard before.