ELLA

Sleep never really came. I retired to bed earlier than ever, canceling movie night and any plan to hear Agnes talk about Merlin.

I am unwell. Today has carved such a big hole inside of me that I can’t describe.

I lay in bed staring at the ceiling for hours, listening to the quiet hum of the house while my mind replayed the same moment again and again.

Dinner was just Beatrice chattering endlessly about school and about how she’d seen Devlin in the school and how he’s friends ...