ELLA

Harris looks at me with a face full of pity as I crumble right by the doorstep, unable to tell whether or not my heart was still beating.

All I can feel is how hard I am crumbling over the weight of it all. Harris crouches next to me, helping me up and into the room. He doesn’t say a word. He already knows what’s making me unravel like this.

I settle at the edge of the bed, burying my face in my hand as the sobs just wrack out of me, stealing my breath and my everything.

The urge ...