Harvested
They will hear anything you have to say now," Zalu says as she wipes her face, and the wheels in my brain begin to spin as possibilities fill me with hope.
"Wow," I whisper, and she nods.
Flashes of mom's face come to my mind, followed shortly by Zor's terrified purple eyes.
"Did they find Zor," I ask quietly, and Zalu stiffens?
Worry again replaces my happiness, and my friend closes her eyes before answering me.
"They killed her. I'm assuming they wanted to prove a point to her father. Her body was sent to her father's home before you were rescued," Zalu finally admits, and sadness slams into the pit of my stomach.