Grace
After that conversation, Elizabeth sulks for several days and for good reason. I let her down, and it doesn’t make me feel good either. At the end of the day, I let everyone down. Joy has yet to be seen, and it’s been nearly a week. No one even knows whether she’s alive or if she’s even still on the premises. They could have sent her to jail for her actions, and while I know little about prison, I know enough to know that a person like Joy wouldn’t last a minute.
This, combined with Elizabeth’s cold shoulder, means I sink to a new low. I can’t see a way forward or a way out. I can’t imagine a world in which this situation just works itself out. The only way that might be possible would be if Charles were to show up, but that hasn’t happened, and the longer I’m here, the more I can
