Chapter 70

Elodie’s POV

The evening drags on in small pieces. My mother’s voice carries faintly through the wall. Garrick’s lower tone follows, steady and calm. They sound content. I can tell from the rhythm of their voices.

I stay in my room reading until the lines start swimming. My stomach complains softly, and I realize I haven’t eaten since midday. I toss the book aside, slip on a sweater, and step into