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If we have a chance at all, I need to try to fix things. But I have no idea what the right thing is to do, and even less of an idea of what I'm fighting for. I'm not even sure what’s really bothering her, but I know she’ll just bite my head off if I try to find out.
We’ll see. Tomorrow is another day. And judging from this week, it’ll probably be a bad one.
24
ELLIE
Iknock again, looking out at the large circular driveway. No answer. Where is she?
Cedrick and Ishmael are hanging out, so it’s easy for me to talk to Liza alone, which doesn’t always happen.
I look down at my phone. No new messages from Cedrick.
The door opens, and Liza’s standing there, almost ready to burst.
“Oh!” Liza exclaims, gesturing me inside wildly as she stands aside. “Come in!”
“I’m sorry,” I admit. “I would have texted, but…”
But I can’t think of a good reason why I wouldn’t text. There’s a very important lingering question on my mind. And I can’t let Ishmael or Cedrick know what it is.
“Don’t worry about it! I’m just glad to see you.” She reaches out to give me a hug.
I breathe a quiet sigh of relief as she turns away from me, letting me into the foyer of the estate.
“I’m sorry it’s such a mess,” she says, leading the way to a pristinely kept living room. “With Isha being sick. And the house is so new to me, I don’t even know all the ways around it yet…”
I nod, smiling sheepishly. “I understand completely. It’s a lot to get used to.”
“It really is.” She puts her hand on mine as she seats me down on the couch.
“Can I get you anything to drink? Can of soda? Some tea?”
“I’m fine,” I say with a grimace. “I’m not planning on staying long.”
“Oh, no? Just water then, how about?”
I purse my lips together and nod indifferently.
“I’ll get you some water. One sec.”
The events of the past several days have been a whirlwind, it feels nice just to sit for a moment, alone. This is the first reprieve I’ve gotten from the situation since the event at the school. And after that, I haven’t gotten a reprieve from anything, including myself. Especially myself.
Liza emerges from out of the kitchen, her hands full. I make no attempt to hide my confusion.
She’s balancing a glass of water, a mug, and a can of grape soda.
“You didn’t really tell me what you wanted, so I thought I’d get you all three. I’m a little nuts that way.”
I can’t help but laugh, and it’s the first time I’ve let myself out of my funk in days.
She produces three beautiful silver drink coasters, upon which she sets the three beverages.
“Liza,” I try to say, gesturing for her to sit down. “It’s okay. I’m here to see you, not to have a beverage-tasting.”
She laughs, then nods energetically.
“You think I don’t know what’s going on?” Liza asks, an amused expression on her face. “I’ve been pregnant, too. Slow down, relax, for the baby.”
