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Snowed In: Chapter Twenty Two - navessa allen
BEN When I asked Ella to stay, I meant for a few minutes. An hour, at most. How many days has she been here with me now, in this bedroom, trapped with my grief? Three? They’re mostly a blur. I’ve spent a lot of that time sleeping, I think. Or so out of it that I might as well have been unconscious. I eat when she tells me to eat. Get up and into the shower when she urges me to. I even managed to help her change the sheets once or twice. My sessions with Brian are the only other points of memory over the past few days. Or am I into weeks now? How long has it been since I left the clinic in Boston? Beside me, Ella shifts. It’s the middle of the night, of that I’m sure. The room is bathed in darkness, the only light coming from the neon glow of the clock on my nightstand. It reads 1:43. I plant my hands beside me and push myself up to sitting, the sheets falling to my waist as I rest my back against the padded headboard. Ella, sensing movement, rolls over, toward me. The clock …