Ella had agreed to stay at her aunt’s house. Tim’s dad was on his way home from New York City and would be there in a few hours. In the meantime, Aunt Gen had taken something pretty potent that was helping her sleep. Henry had gone back to Teresa’s house. He’d promised to let her family know what had gone on so she wouldn’t have to call any of them. Her dad had still called, but Ella didn’t have much to say to him. She was numb.
One of Aunt Gen’s butlers announced she had a visitor; Ella blinked a few times and looked up at the doorway, not sure who she might see. She still hadn’t spoken to Rome. She wondered if his phone had been ruined. And she hadn’t bothered to try to call Bart back in the last few hours. What was she going to say to him?
