SATURDAY
I learned things about Elowen from Rowan.
Not the facts she'd already told me — the bad ex, the isolation, the job she worked to survive. Different things. Important things.
"She used to sing," Rowan said Saturday morning, while Elowen was in the shower. "In college. She had this voice, Fao — like, ridiculous good. She could've done something with it."
I tilted my head, waiting.
"But Trevor told her she wasn't good enough. Made her self-conscious about it. She stopped singing, stopped playing her guitar..." Rowan's face darkened. "He took pieces of her. Little by little."
I growled, low and involuntary.
"Yeah, that's the right response." Rowan sipped her coffee. "My point is — she's more than what she shows you right now. There are parts of her she's been hiding, protecting
