He was knocking and talking; Orla was knocking and talking. I pressed my hands over my ears and curled up on my bed. Druids and fay—real or not, I wanted them to leave me alone.
“Melanie?” Mum’s voice, worried.
My tablets were right there, on my bedside table. If only taking them shut my ears and eyes to the liminal world. They might, if I took enough. Maybe they could undo the effects of the ECT.
I lowered my hands from my ears as Mum came in and sat on my bed, wrapping me in her arms.
“It’s stuffy in here,” Dad said, coming in, too. “Let’s open the window, get some fresh air. You’ll feel better.”
I know he thought he was helping me. He didn’t see Orla out there. “No! Don’t!”
“It’s all right.” Mum held me close as Dad pushed aside the curtains and cranked open the window.
“There is
