"Delphi, you cannot sit around here like this." Callidora's voice was firm as she stood there, hands on her hips, staring down at her half-sister whom sat in a chair by the window, simply staring out of it. "You can't live like this. This isn't living, it's existing."

Three weeks had gone by since they'd moved to Greece, back into the house Delphinia had spent her childhood. Three weeks since Delphinia and Nathaniel had apparently ended things between them.

"I'm fine, Dora."

"No, you're not." Callidora argued, and shoved a quill and piece of parchment toward her. "Write to him."