Chapter 20: Breakfast With Edna
I didn’t sleep well.
Not the dramatic kind of not sleeping — not staring at the ceiling with my thoughts racing, not lying rigid beside Sebastian while the darkness did its worst. Just the light, restless kind where you drift in and out of something that feels like sleep without ever fully arriving there, and wake up at six feeling like you’ve been somewhere uncomfortable for several hours without being able to say exactly where.
Sebastian was already awake beside me. I could tell by his breathing — the specific, even quality of someone who has been lying still for a while and is thinking rather than sleeping. We had both been doing that. Lying in the same bed in the same dark thinking about the same woman without saying so.
Edna.
At some point in the s
