Carina was fully in contemplative meditation when her door slowly creaked open and shut again. That was probably the Flight delivering her food for the day. Her stomach rumbled, loud in the silence that had surrounded her in the days of her seclusion. There was a comfort in the silence that enveloped her chamber and she had very nearly stopped thinking about Ishaan. Her first days had been difficult and she had spent more time in tears than she had in contemplation.

But she was ...