It wasn't until the following morning when Ethan and I finally came out of the bedroom and we went downstairs to have breakfast with Enzo, Justin and Elsie. Everyone was talking about strategies and training and everything war-related. But I was sitting there very quietly and only picking at my food. Not eating much and definitely not paying much attention to my food.

I felt someone touch my hand, and I looked to my side, and Elsie was looking at me.

"Are you alright?" she asked, ...