Estrella

“Yes, Mother.” I prod at the toast on my plate. For the last week, that’s about all I’ve eaten.  I have no stomach. I just keep turning the night over and over again.

Castor shakes his head. “I don’t believe you were even listening.”

I glare at my brother, but in truth, I wasn’t. I know I should be. Since the news of the assassin being caught, Mother has been a shade more herself, enough that she’s managed a private, late-morning meal to discuss ...