The next morning, Marisol wakes up feeling surprisingly light, like a weight has been lifted off her shoulders. The events of the previous day seem distant now, replaced by a sense of clarity and determination. She decides to start the day fresh and have breakfast in the pack house, something she hasn’t done in a long while.
After freshening up, Marisol makes her way to the kitchen, her footsteps light with newfound optimism. But before she can reach her destination, she is intercepted by Lily, who looks to be on her way to find Marisol, a tray of food in her hands.
“Hey, Marisol,” Lily greets, with a wan smile. “I was just coming to find you.”
“Oh really?” Marisol questions, returning a smile of her own as she lets her eyes roam over the contents of the tray, “Breakfast in bed? When was the last time that happened?” she says lightheartedly, but Lily gives her a solemn look, her lips drawn into a thin line.
“We need to talk, Marisol.”
Marisol pauses a brow, raising at the urgency of the other’s voice. “What’s up?”
“Let’s get this to your room first,” Lily says instead, and Marisol feels a prickle of unease at Lily’s serious tone and demeanor.
She ends up nodding, turning around, and leading Lily back to her room. Once inside, Lily wastes no time getting straight to the point, setting the tray down on a table.