Night.
Not the dangerous kind of strange that made her heart race like she was about to be dragged out and beaten again, but the quiet kind that sat on her shoulders and refused to move, like it was watching her and waiting for her to notice it properly.
CeCe sat among her family. The long stone table was filled with food, far better than what she had been shamelessly devouring in Soraya's place earlier, and yet she didn't feel half as excited. Plates of roasted meat, fresh fruits, and steaming dishes were spread across the table, the smell rich enough to make anyone forget their problems for a while, but CeCe just sat there, chewing slowly, her eyes wandering instead of focusing on the food.
'Was something bothering her?' She couldn't wait long before she was interrupted by something.
"Look at you dear, you've lost some weight, eat more" one of her father's mates said to Emily, who was definitely her mother.
