T he map. The map. The piece of parchment that stares at her mocking. Aster throws down her quill and buries her head in her hands.
The door of the study opens. Aster looks up. Is there nowhere she can be alone?
Clara stands her eyes round and bright. “Aster” she says slightly breathless “you must come.”
“Ask Regina ” Aster says. She picks up the quill allows it to hover atop the parchment as if she knows the marks she must draw.
