Evelyn
I head down the hallway after Dr. Zorinski’s exam. It hasn’t been too hard to lie to Alexander about feeling ill while I’m mourning. Grief is its own kind of illness.
Still, I was worried Dr. Zorinski would see right through it. I think I’ve convinced her that I might be sick, but nothing that requires medical attention.
I knock on a door in the main part of the palace, the only place I’ve gone that isn’t my room or the library in the past week. A voice invites me in, and I enter, closing the door behind me.
“Hello, David.”
Alexander’s Gamma looks up from his desk in surprise. “Evelyn. I heard you were sick.”
I say nothing.
He says nothing back, studying me from head to toe. I’m sure I look terrible.
In my grief, I’ve been barely showering. My hair is a rat’s nest, and I’ve
