I take my morning coffee by myself on the porch outside of my room. Kumo doesn’t count as company. Beni is running errands in town. Mariko is helping Oyama in the front garden. Usagi is taking Helena to another doctor’s appointment, and Lucy is returning messages in her room. Everyone is distracting themselves except for me. I’m staring out at the small pond in the middle of the garden and wondering what I should do with my last hours of freedom.
“Hey, Sanaa.” Kentaro approaches me from the main house along the covered porch in socked feet.