Seventy-eight

Bren is fine. She has to stay a few more days to be properly monitored but she’s fine. She’s perfect.

I toss and turn on the bed. Sleep is far from me. I don’t get it. I have had my bath. I’m in a comfortable bed, I should be able to sleep but El’s scent is everywhere. She has been gone for months. Why is my nose picking up on her smell now? I punch the pillow and throw the covers off me. Joshua gave me seven hours to get some rest. Two of those have been spent trying and failing to sleep. My mind is clustered with dumb thoughts.

Another phone call to the hospital confirms Bren is fine. Joshua is the best person I call. I am tempted to ask Joshua about El but I don’t. He mumbles something about Wyn and I nod, she is in her room. 

“Yeah, she’s fine.” I ruffle my hair. “Joshua, I have to go.”  

Talking to Joshua increases my guilt. Will our relationship change if he finds out my pla