LUCIEN

"Good night." Nirelle goes straight for the bed after mumbling an almost inaudible greeting to me. I had noticed the shift in her attitude after we spoke about Olivia.

"Nirelle," her back was already to me, and she was facing the wall, clutching the blanket tightly with her arm over it. She didn't even move when I called her name, and as I began to move closer, I realised that she was jerking. "Nirelle?" I kneel on the bed beside her and shake her, but she does not turn to me.

She is ...