Winnie felt tears sting the corners of her eyes. Despite the brave act she was putting on, Alaina was still her sister—and the only family she had ever known. It was most unfortunate; things could have been so much better.
She wiped her eyes, pressing hard into them. It was useless to shed tears for someone who didn't deserve it. She had people who were far more important.
"Are you okay?" Palmer asked as they stepped out of the room.
"I'm fine, thank you, Palmer. Would you be kind enough to help me to my room?"
"Of course," she replied happily, but her gaze held uncertainty.
They were almost upon her bedroom door when Palmer spoke again. "Is Maya okay?"
Winnie froze slightly and pushed herself away from Palmer, grabbing the handle. "I truly don't know, but I can only pray that she is."
Palmer nodded but her gaze still held confusion. Winnie wasn't sure how much she had been able to piece together from their conversation.
