Early in the morning, Sienna went for a run at the beach. She opted not to livestream it because she wanted to focus and it was a success, thanks to the 10% mental strength she was borrowing from Elias.
Her minds had been so focused that the pain on her joints did not register for two whole miles. But now, as she slowed down near the path that lead back to the cottages, it was kicking in.
That's when she saw her mother. She was sitting on a bench that the guards had carried out as early as 6:00 AM because the fragile woman wanted to watch the sunrise. Her thin frame was wrapped in a shawl. Though sickly, her eyes were sharp as she watched as she watched Ali crouched in the sand, shaping a fox figure with Soren's help.
The boy was laughing as she showed her how to pat the sand into ears and a tail.
"It's 7:38 AM," Pam said as she squeezed onto the bench, heaving tiredly. "Do you all have something against sleeping in?"
