Seeds of Doubt

ELENA

I don’t know what I did wrong or right. Or whether it was right or wrong. Whatever I did, it made Silas push me away. I didn’t catch on at first. The morning after the party; I was happy to enter a kitchen occupied only by Stan and Marta and Stan, telling me that Silas had already gone to work. At least I didn’t have to endure his presence, I thought. For the next three days, I was even happ