The night was unusually quiet. Ella sat on the sofa in the living room, staring out the window at an ocean that continued to cover and uncover the sand, but the hypnotizing crashes she’d grown used to hearing seemed absent. Only an occasional rogue wave, larger than the others, would meet the shore with such velocity that the resulting sound would hit her ears.
Her phone sat on the coffee table in front of her, the blank screen looking up at her as a constant reminder that she had no idea what was going on. Rome had offered to leave his phone on in his pocket so she could listen in, but she’d decided against it. He needed the opportunity to say what he needed to say to them without her eavesdropping. Besides, she had a feeling they would say plenty that would just make her angry, and there wouldn’t be a thing she could do about it.
