I don't move from my bed. I don't eat and I don't sleep.
A whole day passes this way.
I have some awareness of Ivy with me, holding me, stroking my hair back from my face. But she doesn't stay. Even with Kevan's death, she and the rest of the women still have to clean and still have to cook.
He didn't die. Nolan killed him.
At one point, I think I hear Nolan's voice, but it does not affect me. I ignore him until he goes away.
Later, one side of my face feels cold, and I don't understand why until I realize my tears have soaked the pillow. I ignore that too.
It's hard to know how much time passes, but I guess it must be night when Ivy returns and climbs into my bed with me.
Like the garden lounger that Lucian and I would share back in Winter Lake, this rickety bed isn't big enough for two, but that doesn't stop Ivy from settling beside me and pulling me close.
