- LOUISA -

The next morning, I feel like there are a hundred tiny little men trying to break out of my skull with pickaxes.

I didn't sleep at all the previous night. I spent a while pacing back and forth until my legs started to shake, and then I curled up by the window and pressed my cheek against the glass, staring out across the estate until the sky brightened with the light of pre-dawn.

I'm currently on my fourth coffee. I was able to finish my ...