Riley’s POV

The day begins to go by, but it does it in a slow and exasperating way. I begin to understand that this house, which until now has been a kind of refuge for me and my sister, can easily turn into a cage.

At breakfast, after Theo left, I slyly ask Ella if I could perhaps go out and stretch my legs for a while later. Stroll through Central Park, or something like that. My question doesn't seem to catch her off guard, but her expression lets me see that she wasn't ...