ELLIE
The morning sun beats down on us as Adrian and I walk to the car.
It's been a day since I read my mother's letter.
I spent the whole of yesterday at the ward. There was too much to do.
That isn't true. I found things. I kept finding them until it was dark, and the whole time I knew exactly what I was doing.
I want him to pay for what he did to her. But he is still my father, and I don't know which of those two things wins when I'm standing in front of him.
"Ellie." Adrian is holding the door. I hadn't noticed I'd stopped walking.
"Coming."
As I walk, I notice movement at the edge of my vision. A woman, halfway across the yard, one arm up over her head and waving it at us.
Adrian looks at her, and the side of his face moves.
My brow pulls. I've never seen his face do that
