Again my sleep is uncomfortable and uneasy. I know I've caught a few bits of rest here and there. Part of it comes from being segregated from the others. Not that I'm completely surprised. They all found a place far from me when they'd finished eating what Beckett fed them from the sack. He retrieved the golden puppy Poppy has named Shine and brought it to me.

"I'm sorry," he whispered. "It's not your fault. But they've been through so much."

He won't meet my eyes. I ...