Hades
Ellen was not asleep when I returned to our bedroom. No, she was sitting on the bed, her hands folded on her lap. When I stepped in, she got up.
"Welcome back," she muttered. Her voice was neither monotone nor cold.
I froze in my steps, looking her over. She worried her bottom lip, her eyes straying every once in a while. She was dressed in a pale blue nightdress that contrasted with the wild, wavy red of her hair.
"You are not asleep," I muttered. Then my stomach clenched. "What did she do this time?" I demanded, but when she flinched, I stopped myself. "Ellen..."
Ellen shook her head, putting her good hand in front of her. "She did not do anything, I promise."
I raised a brow. "What is the matter?"
Finally, her eyes stayed steady on mine, and she walked forward. "I wanted to apologize for hiding the fact that I was hurt from you and hiding what happened."
