Chapter Twenty-Four

I can't sleep after the conversation I've just had with Constance.

We parted ways in the kitchen and she promised me that things would get better after she said that she's afraid that things will go badly. Obviously, anyone who heard what I said would say that. Mary and I have never had a disagreement this big before. We would argue about petty things. Things that felt huge at the time but were nothing, really. The two of us always got along just fine. She was always an exemplary big sister and I loved her. I still do.

I hate that this is happening to us. More than anything else.

I hear some noise outside my door and it makes me sit up in bed and strain my ears. Mary. I heard her bedroom door open. I keep waiting to hear more noise. Without meaning to, my heart begins racing.

I hear whispers. They're talking.

I get out of bed. For some reason, I want to hear what they're saying. I press my ear against the door, ignoring my feelings of guilt for eavesdropping.

“…can possibly deny