Chapter Eighteen
Ella
I couldn’t sleep that night. What I said to Tyrell stayed on my mind. I hadn’t spoken about Lacy in years. She never left my mind for long, but I didn’t talk about her. It upset me too much.
After her loss, for years I had nightmares about her and the way she passed. It tore me apart that her own mother held her under the water until she stopped fighting for her life. I couldn’t imagine the panic and fright Lacy had gone through.
Worse, I found myself not trusting my own family as much as I had before. Somewhere inside me, I thought no one could be fully trusted—not when a mother could kill her own child so brutally.
It sometimes helped to go up to draw pictures of my old friend. So, I got out of bed, wrapped a robe around me, and went upstairs to see if that wou
