TWO WEEKS LATER
~Harlow~
Thane and Rhen come down at dinner time every other day to toss their laundry in the washing machine. Thane always commands me to not move until they both leave. Other than that one sentence, I am granted nothing by way of conversation. I am beginning to forget what my own voice sounds like.
Yet every two days, I get to dry and fold it. It’s incredible how such a silly task can become the highlight of my day. It is something to cure the boredom, if only momentarily.
Today, when Thane comes back down to retrieve the laundry, I peer over the side of my Den. I don't bother moving, knowing he will command me to remain still if I do. It seems pointless and is just unnecessary pain.
He moves toward the basket of folded clothes tucking it under his arm. Only, when he
