Star sat in the chair by the window, staring out at the gardens with unseeing eyes. It had been a little over a week since Ajaska told her that Jazin had been killed. She remembered very little of the first few days. A numbness had settled around her.
She knew what was going on but she was more of a ghost observing everything from the outside instead of being a participant. She didn’t remember eating, drinking, or sleeping. She knew who came and who went, but that was all. She didn’t respond to anyone; not even to River who came daily to spend time with her.
“Star, try to drink some of this,” River was saying as she held a cup out to her. “It is a broth that will help you keep your strength up.”
Star fought down the bile that rose at the smell of the liquid. She turned her head slightly
