FREYA
Eli does not respond immediately.
His breathing does not change. His arms stay folded under his head. The bed does not shift. If I had not been holding my own breath I would not know he was awake.
He can hear her as clearly as I can but he chooses not to answer.
A second knock. Lighter.
He still does not move.
My heart pounds against my ribs and I do not know what to feel. He is pretending he is not in this room. With me. To her. But why?
Could Something have gone wrong with them? Victoria wasn't saying much to him at dinner either and for Eli to pretend he can't hear her when he clearly can, there has to be trouble in paradise.
I glance at him again and he has not moved. A sour feeling creeps up on me as I realise the reason he's been coming here for three nights running has
