Chapter 80
- Elle
- Raymond kept stealing glances at me, though he probably thought I didn’t notice.
- I stayed propped against the pillows, my book open in my lap. The morning light streamed through the curtains, softening the room around us, but nothing could soften the weight pressing on my chest. Each time I turned a page, I did it too quickly and sharply—more to drown out the silence than to follow the story.