FAYE
I was sitting in the sitting room of our chambers with my laptop open in front of me, trying to focus on the work I had been putting off since earlier that day.
It wasn't anything particularly difficult, but my attention kept drifting.
Every few minutes, I would find myself staring at the same page without actually reading what was written on it.
My mind was simply too busy.
There had been too many things happening lately, too many thoughts competing for my attention.
A soft knock on the door pulled me away from the screen. I looked up, wondering who was knocking this evening, but I didn't bother asking.
"Come in."
The door opened, and Martha stepped inside. She carried a small bottle in her hand. I immediately noticed it because it looked unfamiliar.
She walked toward me and
