Chapter Six

It was Saturday.

Alethia had enjoyed the peace of Friday night since she'd fallen to obliviousness at the late hours anyway. Nothing was supposed to be special about Saturdays, at least in Alethia's view. She had never thought anything was special about any day. As much as she'd allowed herself to think about this, every day is nothing but the continuous repetition of yesterday. But this Saturday, something was biting her under her dress.

Her heart had been thumping fast since daylight streamed in through her blinds, and she'd been doing things she wouldn't normally do -- like arranging her room and dusting her bedside drawer over and again. It was as if she had to do something to keep her mind from continuously going over the fact that Ethan would be coming in during the day, so she had to make an effort to keep herself from thinking about him.

"Alethia?" Emily called at the door, startling Alethia out of her thought. Alethia took a deep breath to calm herself. She moved to the door