The old woman followed her out of the room a while later. “Miss Wynn, when you’re finally hungry, just tell me and I’ll make you something nice for that empty stomach. House rules, sweetie: you can move around and do whatever you like within this house, but you should give up on getting outside, you know? You ain’t gonna leave the house.”
“Are you a member of the Rodriguez family?” Arianne asked tentatively. “Is Mateo’s family the people behind this?”
Never mind how Geralt had promised Arianne that Mrs. Rodriguez would never trouble her again…
The old woman’s answer sounded as canned as it could get. “Sorry, sweetie, but I’m just an old woman who’s doing the job she’s been asked to do for money. I have no idea about this whole thing so you’re not gonna get anything of worth from asking me. Oh, but I’m handy with housekeeping duties—meals, cleaning, you name ‘em. Anytime you need me, just give a holler.”
Arianne was clearly not going to extract any information from her, so she gave up.
The night was long. So long that it felt like despair itself had stretched along with it.
She had spent the longest night sitting on her bed, watching the sky outside until the first crack of dawn. Then, the first ray of the new day graced the land… and yet nothing about the light gave her hope.
She had not eaten nor had a sip of water since yesterday. By now, she was both hungry and thirsty, and it was quite the torment. Arianne knew better than to die like this; knew that her priority was keeping herself alive. Only by being alive would the hope of returning home remain. Only then she could return to Mark and Smore.
Arianne had the old woman prepare some food for her. However, while she was chowing down, the old woman retreated to one side, gawking at her.
She felt mild discomfort. “What, you think I might choke on my food and die? Seriously, is watching me while I eat even necessary?”
The old woman slowly turned her back against her. “How about this, hon? You just pretend I’m not here.”
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