I just finished my lunch, but the taste of food didn't seem to linger. Zola's death still weighed heavily on my mind, and I couldn't shake the image of her name on a tombstone. But what cut even even deeper was the feeling of being left behind, yet again. Hilda and Rosalie, always so quick to leave me as the last one, especially now that Zola was gone. I pushed away my empty tray, my appetite gone along with my patience. I needed to clear my mind, maybe a walk outside would do.