I wake up the next morning in nervous excitement.
I am hopeful that James shows today, but part of me is still very skeptical. I know that if he does show today he's going to have more questions for me, and I am not entirely sure of what I can tell him.
I slope downstairs for breakfast, opening the fridge and grabbing the milk for some cereal. As I shut the door, Ella is standing directly behind it.
"We need to have a chat about what you can tell James if he does show today," she says, as if knowing what I'd been thinking about earlier.
"Do you read minds?" I ask as I shoot her a weirded out expression. She laughs.
"Not really...but it occurred to me yesterday that it might be an issue. I rang Rupert about it," she says, following me around the kitchen as I pour cereal into a bowl.
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