He squeezed his garment, his brows knitted in thought. "The last time I saw little Remeta, she had herself cut open with a broken glass from the cup her mother used to bring water for her. She would have killed herself that day if I didn't have the two maids I went with, and her mother to restrain her."

She gasped in horror. She didn't know that it was this bad for Remeta.

"They were able to put her to sleep even as she kept mumbling; 'no life, no bed', no life, no ...