EMBER’S POV
I have walked the length of this bedroom forty times and I have counted every single one.
Knox left before it was properly light. He didn’t wake me.
I felt the bed go cold when he got up and heard him speaking quietly to Reyes in the corridor, but I kept my eyes closed and pretended I was still asleep.
If I opened them, we would have to talk about what was happening today, and I wasn’t ready to do that yet.
I wasn’t ready to face the depleting thing within me, the hopelessness and powerlessness of the situation.
Today is the day they take Marjorie out of this house.
Knox has barely stopped moving since he got out of bed.
Every time I’ve passed the landing, I’ve heard his voice somewhere below, on the phone with lawyers, calling Nathaniel, calling people I don’t know, as
