Estrella

Candace jerks in her seat. I look up from where I’m pacing the room to see a grin spread across her face.

“He’s on his way,” she says.

Tess, who long ago finished braiding the princess’s hair, squeezes my hand. I don’t need to ask who’s coming. My heart thuds like a racing horse. Soon, Anwen will be here.

Nessa squeaks softly and draws her knees up to her chest. I still cannot look at her without my stomach threatening to turn inside out, but ...