Chapter 14
ELSIE
This is Hell. This must be what Hell looks like. I’m sure of it.
After my quiet escape from Brett’s this morning, I unpack the rest of my belongings with Violet’s help. I’ve used so many four-letter curse words by late afternoon that I’ve lost count, and as the Sunday sun sets, I swipe a hand across my forehead, exhaustion working its way into my bones.
CRASH!
“Whoops!” I hear from the other room amidst the tune of Taylor Swift in the background. “I hope that blue plate of yours wasn’t that important.”
“Oh no,” I call back, packing another box, my shouts mingling among the music. “It’s only one of eleven possessions I have to my name, Vi.”
Just then, the petite lawyer emerges from the doorway, a smile on her face, a swing in her red hair as she saunters towards me,
