I miss the grass beneath my feet, I miss the feeling of the wing on my skin. It's like the four walls were becoming smaller as the days passed. I had no one to talk, Nana Helen always came by to see me in but she couldn't stay long. I often tried to get information from her she never did tell me anything, so our conversations became random talks as she told me about her hay and how Henry was. Never once did she attempt to talk about Killian and never once did I ask. I was a prisoner now. There wasn't anything I desired anymore.

Nana Helen was allowed...