Louise
I reach the door of Elias’s office and freeze the moment I hear Natalie’s voice drifting through the c***k.
“—Sometimes I still wake up in the middle of the night and slide my hand across the empty side of the bed.”
What is Natalie saying? I wonder, pressing my shoulder to the wall as I hold my breath.
Don’t judge me for eavesdropping. If you were standing here, you’d stop too.
“Martin’s been gone three years,” she murmurs, “and I still can’t get used to it.”
“I’m sorry,” Elias answers, his voice low and sincere, the kind of softness that makes my stomach tighten.
Natalie’s tone drops even lower, making her sound vulnerable. “You’ve already done so much for us. Daisy talks about you all the time. She keeps asking when Uncle Elias is coming over. The Minnie Mouse you brought
