After Manon leaves, I spend the day locked up watching stupid series on my computer. I called Madelyn who ordered me to stay at home to rest. She doesn’t want to see me at the estate and I have too much common sense to contradict a woman about to give birth. Plus, I’m way too tired to be efficient at work. And I may be contagious. Well, that’s the reason I gave myself not to change my mind. The unofficial being that I don’t want to see Manon. Not after chasing him away like a fool this morning.
At the end of the day, I need to go out. The four walls of the shack seem even closer to each other, and I have nothing to do here. The kind of house fairy, hidden in a tall fellow with coffee-coloured eyes, has already taken care of everything. If I had had a washing machine, I guess he would have
