Maya rolled on the hard floor. It was hard to determine if the hard floor or her anxiety made it difficult for her to sleep. There was no way she could rest in this state.
She couldn't lie still, couldn't roll about, every part hurt. She missed the bed in Father's house. Still, Maya wasn't sure she would easily go back there.
It was past noon, and no one had bothered her since she left the dining room. She sat upright, giving up her attempt to sleep.
Alaina said she was going to the orphanage. Maya didn't know when she would leave or return. It was odd that she didn't give her any task before leaving.
Maya palmed her face. It was almost like she was expecting something to happen, but how would she prepare for it without expectation? She sighed loudly, looking around her room.
