Six said, "Fairy Sister, I'll miss you."
That night, Naomi Kenway slept fitfully. Four people were crammed into one bed: Naomi on the outside edge, Ian Shaw in the middle, Mona against the inner wall, and Six at the other end.
It wasn't because the bed was crowded; something was weighing heavily on Naomi's mind.
The room was unbearably stuffy, and the small fan hanging from the ceiling did nothing to help. She rolled over, got out of bed, grabbed a flashlight, and went out into the courtyard.
The night was dark and still, and the air was instantly cooler.
Her hearing was sharp, and she picked up the sound of a shrill argument coming from the back room.
"What's the point of all that studying?! She's just going to get married off anyway! I swear, you've all lost your damn minds! You just want to bleed me dry, don't you? You think it's easy for me to earn money?! She's a cripple! If she goes out, people will just laugh at her. She's better off staying home and doing chores!"
