Grace
I lie in the dark listening to the silence, which is frequently interrupted by Elizabeth’s breathing. The longer this goes on, the longer I lie here not sleeping, the angrier I get. The roof could cave in and she’d sleep through it. Even during checks, Elizabeth only stirs and sometimes mumbles, but she never fully wakes. This brings a certain kind of sadness, as it reminds me of the many nights I spent laying next to Charles watching the rise and fall of his chest.
Even after the worst of it, he slept soundly.
My mind drifts back to the past tonight, the same as it always does, only this time I promise myself I won’t push any of it away. I need to go there. As usual, I think of all the things I could’ve, would’ve, should’ve done.
should’ve I close my eyes, reliving everything I
