She shrugged, sinking down on to the bed in exhaustion. And this day wasn't even over yet. It hadn't even yet sunk in there was only one bed.

Would talking to Peeta help? There was some intrinsic conflict of interest there, but...who else could she talk to? Prim didn't know everything, and she didn't want to lead her, or anyone, through it all.

"I just don't know what he wants from me. Like some how this was planned to hurt him."