Charis
I sat stiffly in the velvet chair, with my palms pressed together fighting the knot in my stomach.
It's been a week since I awoke from my unconscious state. I didn't know if it was still the haziness from being unconscious or what, but now that I'd started recovering, I've had the chance to think through a lot of things.
And now I was scared.
I stared at the documents in front of me as my eyes sort out Isolde again.
"Why are you doing this for me?" I whispered. "You know who my father is. You know what he'll do when he finds out."
Isolde leaned back. She was sitting on a chair opposite me, and the wide brim of her hat covered her scarred face. But her visible eye glimmered with impatience.
"We've been through this several times, Charis," she sighed. "Everything I'm doing is for your own sake and for your good. As soon as you sign these documents, you no longer have to fear your father."
"But…"
