As another swell of panic clenched at Flic’s chest, she stumbled over to the window and hopped up to sit on the sill. It was just large enough for her and she pressed her cheek to the cold glass of the pane while looking outside. When she was feeling too overwhelmed, the spot helped to ground her before she continued her pacing. Inevitably, that would wind her up again and then she’d be back on the windowsill. It was a cycle she had been doing all day, only disturbed at breakfast and lunch when Gavin came in to supervise her.
Though the chill prickling against her skin soothed her, there was also something serene to looking outside. The rest of the room dissolved away and for a moment she didn’t feel trapped and waiting for her biggest fear to knock on her door. She could pretend she wa
