Nolan POV
I’ve never willingly admitted to feeling guilty about much, least of all the way I treat Ellie, but it was nearly 5:00 p.m., and she hadn’t left her room at all today. Considering the arguments we’d been having recently, it was difficult not to blame myself for that.
I couldn’t seem to stop snapping at her ever since I found out about Felicity leaving. Ellie was right, it wasn’t her fault that the situation had escalated to this point. Felicity carried plenty of the blame as well, but that didn’t make Ellie blameless, and her pouting did nothing but remind me of why I disliked her in the first place.
Not that that was all she was doing—she seemed to be vacillating wildly between shouting at me and sobbing in her room. It didn’t make any damn sense.
And no matter how many ti
