Chapter 133

“Where is she anyway? Monique let us in and her car is out there. Didn’t she take a leave of absence from work? Is she not home?" Elisa leans up, tucking my hair behind my ears out of my face, and I know I must look awful. Sighing at her touch. Although I'm showering and getting dressed every day in a bid not to be further swallowed by depressive thoughts, my hair hasn’t seen a brush in a week. I don’t care about my appearance at all now.

“She went to the airport early to wait for Bryan…to avoid me, I guess. Things here have been strained and hard, and we have come to a silent cold war. I can’t stand being in the same place as her, yet she insists now we eat together again and won’t let me stay locked up in my room. She had a carpenter come and remove the locks….who does that?” It’s a tired accusation, lacking real vavoom, even if it still angers me that she did it. I have long since lost the fight I had to stay away from her at all costs. She is like a buzzing fly around my h