Silent Prayers

[Kaelia Brynn Halloway]

Shaky breaths.

Silent prayers.

I sit crouched behind the kitchen counter, staring at shelves, frozen, listening to the low voice of the prince speak in the background.

I am trying to think of why it is I always find myself in the worst situations. Like some magnet for trouble.

Sense tells me to just get to my feet, excuse myself, and quickly leave. That’s what I should do,