“Anton excused you from Running Course for a few days,” Guardian Bose says, walking me back to my room. “He doesn’t want you jostled around too much. Leandra is not happy.”
I keep my eyes downcast, the light in the hallway feeling too strong. The air chills my skin, which feels hot and dry in comparison.
“That’s very kind of Anton,” I say.
Guardian Bose studies me. I wonder if my hair is a mess, my skin blotchy. My appearance must be dreadful.
The halls are quiet as we walk. I have no idea what time it is, and I don’t look toward the windows, afraid of hurting my eyes. I wonder where the girls are. Their absence feels like loneliness clinging to me.
We stop at my room, and Guardian Bose steps forward to open the door for me. He allows me to walk in first. I glance around, momentarily displaced. Everything is familiar, but at the same time, small. Suffocating.
“What day is it?” I ask, my voice raspy.
“It’s Tuesday,” Guardian Bose says. “But you should rest. The girls washed your clothes and did your chores for you. They left fresh pajamas in case you want to get changed.”
I nod that I do. I cross the room to pick up the clothing from my dresser, looking back at Guardian Bose.
“Will you excuse me?” I ask, pressing them to my chest.
He doesn’t move. And there is a sudden sinking feeling in my gut. Prickles on my skin.
“I’m meant to supervise,” he says. His pale eyes rake over me, dominate me.
Anton’s words echo in my mind.You’re a beautiful girl, Philomena.
Numbly, I turn my back to the Guardian and pull off my shirt, doing as I’m supposed to. The air is cold on my skin, and when I blink, tears drip onto my cheeks.You should be gracious.
I tug my pajama top over my head, using it to cover as much of me as possible. I slip out of my pants before stepping into my shorts. I’m shaking when it’s over, and I leave my clothes on the floor.
My head bobs, my hands trembling as I pull back my bedsheets and slide under them. I pull the blankets up to my chin, burying myself in them. I’m disoriented.
The Guardian walks around my bed to pause at my side. He sets a small white cup on my nightstand, next to my glass of water. Inside are my vitamins: three pinks, no greens, one yellow.
“Anton said to take these before lights-out,” he says. “I’ll come back to remind you. Your schedule’s off because of therapy, so you’ll get another dose in the morning. Rest for now. I’ll let the other girls know that you’re not to be disturbed. You should be able to return to classes tomorrow.”
He starts to leave, but I ask him to wait.
“Have my parents called?” I ask. I want to talk to them. I miss them.
“No,” he says, slightly amused. “No, they haven’t called, Philomena. But don’t worry,” he murmurs, leaning down to kiss my forehead. His lips are clammy and dry on my skin. “You have us.”
I close my eyes, shrinking inside myself. Guardian Bose straightens, and then he’s gone, leaving me alone in my room. I’m tired—exhausted. Worn. My head swims with uncomplicated thoughts.My education is the only thing that matters. The academy only wants what’s best for me. The only worthy girls are well-behaved girls.
And when I finally drift to sleep, I don’t dream.
•••
There is a soft knock on my door, stirring me awake. I’m still shaking, although it’s more subtle now. Sydney pokes her head into the room and studies me, waiting for my reaction before saying anything.
She’s a breath of fresh air, and I smile. I’ve missed her so much.
I nod for her to come in and she does just that. I fold back my covers and she gets in next to me, pulling me into a hug. She holds me and says it’s been miserable here without me.
“I know it’s still early,” she says, “but I have something for you. A book. When you’re ready, I’ll bring it over.”
“Okay,” I say, not sure what she’s talking about. She sniffles, and her voice shakes as she holds back her cry.
“I was lost without you,” she whispers. “I thought you’d left me. I thought you were gone forever.”
