Chapter 257: The Woman Returns
The room swam the moment Sophia opened her eyes. Shapes slid at the edges of her vision; the single window had become a pale, oiled circle and the stacks of books on the chair were little more than smudges of gray.
Her head throbbed in time with a distant, furious drum. The pain was so intense that even staying awake was difficult.
Her nose felt clogged; she could not draw the warm air she wanted—only a thick, warm churn that tasted faintly of iron. It had been two days; she had been counting.
She watched the window and took note of when the sky turned dark and when it turned bright.
She knew it was only a matter of time before the woman came. It had been two days, after all. The woman was bound to come.
Sophia had rehearsed it in a fevered haze.
