“She’s sure of it. She won’t change her mind.” Ellery stared listlessly at the floor of his mother’s office and shrugged against the wall at his back.
Beatrice scoffed. “Then swap the pills out or get a needle, whichever you use,” she said breezily. “Accidents happen all the time.”
He couldn’t even summon the energy to be surprised at his mother anymore. “Except it wouldn’t be an accident. It’s reprehensible.”
“What other choice do you have, if you can’t convince her?”
Ellery sighed and ran a hand through his hair. He felt stuck in something, like he’d been struggling through mud for the past few days. “My choice is her,” he answered, as if it was that simple. “Just her.”
“I’m not having a barren marriage in my household, don’t be absurd.”
“It’s not your marriage though, is it?” He pushed himself up off the wall as his mother got to her feet, her mouth opening. “And it doesn’t need to be in your household.” He brushed past her and pulled the door firmly shut behind him.