Ellen kept trying to call me over the next week, but I ignored her. The following week, she came to the house. I saw her drive up in her red sports scar and unfold those long legs from the driver's seat. I didn't answer the doorbell and since Becky wasn't home, I didn't have to. Ellen went away. She called again every day for the next week and I deleted all her messages without listening to them.
Reece didn't call once.
I no longer cried myself to sleep by week four. My tears seemed to have dried up, leaving a hollow space inside me. I couldn't seem to muster any sort of emotional response to anything. Becky spoke to me, but I hardly heard her. I got up in the morning, bought groceries when we ran out, and went through the motions of showering, dressing and eating. But it was like I was
