Meredith.
I was restless. Ever since watching that news broadcast earlier, I hadn't been able to relax. I didn't know why it bothered me so much.
I had a thousand questions, and I didn't know who to trust them with.
So, when the clock finally crept toward the time Dennis and I had agreed on for my next driving lesson, I didn't wait. I left early with Kira trailing behind me, arriving at the open stretch of field near the end of the estate nearly fifteen minutes early.
The sun was forgiving today. Not hot, not too bright. The breeze was cool, teasing the edges of my skirt as I stood waiting, arms folded, mind racing.
The gravel crunched under my boots as I paced a few steps, then stood still again.
Kira stood nearby, her arms folded tightly in front of her, casting glances at me every few seconds like I was made of glass.
"My lady," she murmured after a while, "would you like to sit for a while? Standing here too long—"
"I'm fine," I cut in gently. "Truly."
