Chapter 16

Ella's P.O.V.

The next five days were some of the most boring I'd ever experienced. When I wasn't sleeping, I was laying on my back, staring up at the ceiling and counting the grain on the wood paneling in the

frame on the bed. Breakfast was in my room everyday before I woke up in the morning, lunch was delivered by a boy whose name I didn't know because he wouldn't speak to me, and Cain always

brought dinner at night Sometimes he would drop it off, other times he would stay and chat.

It was never for more than a few minutes though.

Sometimes he was talkative, other times he was quiet. Cain's definition of talkative, however, was to give more than one word answers when I would ask him questions. Although, he continuously gave vague answers when I asked him about how the search for my grandfather was going.

Eventually, I was sick of staring at the ceiling and I abandoned the instructions the doctor had given me and I did homework or would read the books that I had borrowed from my gra