Finnick has gone to war. He's gone to fight the Capitol. He's a rebel. I'll tell our baby all about how Daddy was part of the rebellion, about how he fought and won alongside The Mockingjay.
He'll be home soon. I hear them saying that we will all be going to the Capitol soon to meet up with the others. They must be winning.
I feel baby kick inside me, this makes me smile. I hold tightly onto my piece of rope. I look at the knots I have been making since he left, and then undoing them again, to make more knots. It keeps me distracted, keeps me sane.
'Come along Mrs Odair, they are readying the hovercrafts,' a soldier stands at the door beckoning me to follow him. I look at him and he comes over and offers me a hand up. I struggle to my feet and follow him through the corridors to the hovercraft.
It doesn't take long to get to the Capitol and as soon as we are there I am hurried off and through more corridors, and taken to a room with a few other people.
Again, I am sitting waiting.
After around an hour the door opens and one by one people are taken out to see their friends or family, or be shown to a new room. But I am left waiting on my own. I watch the door for another fifteen minutes and then Katniss comes in, I watch for Finnick, but he doesn't come.
She looks sad, she sees me, but doesn't smile. I walk over to meet her in the middle of the room. I can see tears in her eyes, this fills me with fear.
She raises her hands to my cheeks, and I bring my hands up to rest on hers. She looks me right in the eyes. 'He's not here Annie,' she chokes. I see more tears forming in her eyes. 'He's gone.'
Overcome with emotion, I feel my knees buckle under my weight. Katniss catches me as we fall to our knees sobbing into each other's arms. She holds my head tightly, stroking my hair for comfort. Then she lets go and sits back a bit.
'He fought well and hard, you would have been proud. I'm so sorry I couldn't save him, I'm so sorry Annie,' she cries, tears still streaming down her face. She helps me to my feet and takes me to a bedroom. Makes sure I'm sat comfortable then leaves me alone, with my rope.
I sit rocking on my chair, making my knots.
He fought well and hard, I keep telling myself. One day I'll tell our baby all about how Daddy was part of the rebellion, about how he fought alongside The Mockingjay.