Too tired... and too hungry...
Tormented throughout last night, coupled with only a bit of fruit and water yesterday, and no food today, her frail body is on the brink of collapse. As night falls, her whole being seems to weaken.
Aldana Candi painfully holds her growling stomach, filled only with water, feeling her body temperature dropping significantly. She timidly covers up with a quilt, glancing up to see the sun half immersed in the water outside the window.
It's almost dark...
Will that man come tonight?
She bites her lip, tasting the bloody flavor of unhealed wounds on her lips.
She can't sleep.
She must see that man's face and confirm if it's Steven Balance.
Aldana Candi sits up, hugging her legs, enduring her pajamas and weariness, waiting on the bed for that man to come.
If he doesn't want her to see his face, then daytime must be safe, she just needs to endure the night...
