ARIA

It's been days and I haven't been able to leave the bedroom once.

Every time I rise from the bed and even think about stepping a toe outside, I'm filled with an anxious, exhausted kind of feeling that makes me turn around and crawl under the covers again.

I can't exactly pinpoint what the cause of this is, though I can say that this started happening to me when I came back from visiting Uncle Barty's grave. Cassandra was buried right next to him, according to Ryder. I stood on that ...