The plan

ARYA’S POV It was already a month since Giovanni’s absence. Every day was monotonous and it already lost meaning to me. Being trapped in this suffocating darkness of my prison was doing things to my mind and body. I had been feeling sick for days now, it was persistent nausea that hit me in waves, especially in the mornings. And I was exhausted despite doing nothing but lying around. To make things worse, my period was two days late. ‘It's just stress,’ I told myself for the hundredth time, pressing my hand against my still-flat stomach. But a small, terrified voice in the back of my mind whispered. ‘What if it's not?’ The key turned in the lock, and I looked up to see Claire entering with my lunch tray. She still wouldn't meet my eyes, but at least, she stayed behind until I finished my food. "Claire," I said quietly. "I need to ask you something." She paused, her hand tightening on the tray. "I need... feminine products." The words came out stiff. "Can you… can I be able to get