ELLA DIDN’T SAY a word to me before she fell into a deep sleep, but honestly, I needed the silence. I needed time to think. I have no game plan because I don’t have many options.
When I pull the SUV in front of Larisa’s home, a cabin in the middle of nowhere, a sense of nostalgia overwhelms me. Switching off the engine, I take a moment to let it all sink in. It’s impossible not to associate this place with memories of Willow, Zoey, with everyone I hurt.
Sighing, I gently touch Ella’s arm as she’s still asleep. Her eyes flicker for a moment, and I see it—hope that what she just experienced was a dream. But when she focuses on our remote surroundings, that hope is dashed.
She has no idea of Larisa’s hatred for me, but she will soon find out because when the door opens and Larisa hobbles o
