Fer boarded the plane. Today, another sister would be freed.
Ever since Ilwin's phone call came through, Arcadia had become silent. Edmonton sat on a dull chair in Eliza's room. She had cleaned it up since they were staying. It almost seemed like her room, but the little touches were missing. The flower vase was empty. The carpet was rolled up and stuffed under the bed. Her books weren't neatly sorted, instead just thrown onto a shelf. Empty water bottles lined one wall, clean, organized, but it wasn't a healthy Eliza living here.
Edmonton looked at the girl. She saw him looking, nodded and said nothing, instead just bringing her knees up to her chest. Fleur was sitting on the other side of the bed. Eyes closed but obviously not asleep. Meditating most likely. They sat in that small dorm-room and looked at each other.
