POV: Yessica | Location: Edinburgh
The weekend passed quietly.
Agnes enforced this with the gentle implacability of a woman who had decided something and saw no reason to negotiate about it. No bookshop. No phone calls that weren't essential. Meals at actual mealtimes. Feet up in the afternoon.
Yessica submitted to it because she was tired in a way that had nothing to do with sleep — the particular depletion of a week that had moved too fast through too many things — and because Claire was quieter when she rested, a steady rolling presence rather than the urgent kicks of the crisis days.
Lewis texted twice.
Saturday evening: Blood results Monday. I'll be thinking about you.
Sunday afternoon: Flat viewing confirmed for tomorrow. Two streets over.
She replied to both with single sente
