Lyla

“Hm, how strange,” Melanie murmured into her cup.

“I know.”

My finger hooked around the string of the tea bag, using it to twirl it around and soak more into the hot water inside of my mug. The ceramic was warm in my hand, soothing me better than the hot shower I’d just gotten out of.

Melanie had gotten the brilliant idea to feed me tea before cooking me anything to eat. She’s apparently ...