Lunch was, once again, delicious. And it was even comfortable. Eating and talking with Aunt Caitlin, Uncle Dominic and Isaiah, whom I was told to refer to as Uncle Isaiah instead of Mr. Isaiah. I was getting used to having Violet and Deanna take care of me. I was getting used to seeing Finnick, Oliver, several other guards and staff members that I didn't know, and they were very nice to me. It was all becoming quite the comfortable situation. And that made it all that much harder on me.
Every time that I laughed and enjoyed myself, I felt like I was doing something wrong. I may not have thought that at the moment, but after the fact, I did. After I realized how much I was enjoying myself in this place, I felt like a horrible daughter, a terrible sister and an awful apprentice.