Jane Eyre.
I've never read it.
Never read anything except the Bible and the approved texts.
I open to the first page.
There was no possibility of taking a walk that day.
I read the first chapter standing there in the dark library.
Then the second. Then the third.
I don't notice the sun rising until light starts filtering through the windows.
I check the grandfather clock in the corner.
Seven forty-five.
Fifteen minutes until breakfast.
I shelve the book and leave the library.
Find my way back to the foyer.
Locate the kitchen by following the smell of coffee.
It's massive.
Professional-grade appliances.
An island bigger than my entire sleeping space at the Sanctuary.
Windows overlooking the grounds.
Mrs. Silva is there setting out plates.
She looks up when I enter. "Good morning, dear. Did you sleep well?"
The lie comes easily. "Yes, thank you."
"I'm making eggs and toast. Is that all right? Or would you prefer something else?"
"That's fine."
"Coffee? Tea?"
"Coffee. Please."
She pours me a cup and adds cream without asking how I take it.
I wonder how she knows.
Probably in my file too.
I sit at the island and wrap my hands around the warm mug.
The coffee is good. Rich.
