JUNE THIRD
I was awakened by news from Grace, claiming there were orders from Master. When I sat up, resting against the headboard, listening to her as she walked across the room to the curtains, I could feel the bed and the entire room's coldness, certainly from the chills of anxiety within me. It made me realize that time doesn't truly change our emotions; it only temporarily shelves them, waiting to be touched, even by a little fraction of nostalgia, and it stirs back like a hurricane.
"Do you want the curtains open? It will prepare you for later," she asked with a delighted smile on her face at my healed eyes.
Nothing about last night was uttered, so she didn't know I was fretting.
"Yes, please," I nodded, biting my lip.
"Put on your eyeglasses, and we can slowly adjust to the lig
