POV: Yessica | Location: Edinburgh
Agnes's dinner on Sunday had been quiet and warm and exactly what all three of them needed without anyone saying so directly.
Lewis had eaten two helpings of everything Agnes put in front of him, which Agnes noted with the satisfaction of a woman whose cooking had always been her most direct form of approval. He'd helped with the washing up without being asked. He'd left at nine-thirty, said goodnight to both of them at the door, and walked back to the flat on Canongate without making any of it mean more than it was.
Monday. Tuesday. Wednesday.
The itching started Monday night.
Not severe. Not the urgent crawling that Dr. Gillies had described as a warning sign. Just — present. A faint warmth on the insides of her wrists and the edges of her palms, w
