ALANA

“Ambassadress, Madam Sophia has been discharged already from the hospital. Are we going to lock her up back into the basement?”

I tapped my ballpen on the desk while trying to make sense of what happened last night. According to my research and Francine, something must have gone awry in the process. It was supposed to hurt but not really to hurt it like that as if I was being stabbed in my heart.

“No,” I shook my head. “It was just not nothing. I shouldn’t be thinking ...