ELLIE
The bed is cold on his side when I wake. I've stopped being surprised by that.
I lie there a while with my arm across the empty half of it, listening to the compound come up. Somebody is moving crates in the yard below. A dog is going off somewhere past the wall, and further out, at the edge of what I can hear, the training field.
My phone is on the nightstand. My mother's manual is on the table by the window.
I look at both of those things, and I don't get up for either.
Five days since I swore I'd be the kind of Luna this pack deserved.
Since then, I've only helped one way. But I don't know what a Luna is supposed to do.
Nobody has ever told me. My mother died too soon. Bailey would rather choose shoes than teach me, though she isn't an example I'd want.
I head to the bathr
