Well, I’m not dead. I had no Intention to come out of Zane’s keep alive or in one piece, yet here I am. Sitting in a dilapidated house with a socially awkward 16-year-old boy explaining to him what dilapidated means. I don’t know where I will go from here, but I know that I cannot look Edmond or Selena in the eyes after what I’ve done. I have said my goodbyes to them both and I won’t go back, no matter how much I miss them already. The kids name is Sundel, he gave me a place to stay, regardless the condition of the building. He’s kind. The least I can do is buy him a nice meal and some new clothes in Oar’s Rest tomorrow. God, I miss Alaina.