- LOUISA -
The next morning, I feel like there are a hundred tiny little men trying to break out of my skull with pickaxes.
I didn't sleep at all the previous night. I spent a while pacing back and forth until my legs started to shake, and then I curled up by the window and pressed my cheek against the glass, staring out across the estate until the sky brightened with the light of pre-dawn.
I'm currently on my fourth coffee. I was able to finish my last few tasks in the gift shop before Ward showed up, and I'm more grateful for that than I want to admit. I don't want to know how I would have responded if he'd made me another offer to continue our, ahem, acquaintance.
As usual, Mr. Haymore's running around like a chicken with his head cut off. Edward Carolson and his family arrived lat
