2 days later, Friday (Day of the ceremony)
The feeling of being watched hasn’t eased up. If anything, it has intensified. Ruth is still restless, but she’s trying to hide her anxiety from me. The past 2 mornings, though, we have woken up with the same sense of hope and longing as the dreams of hazel eyes and stoic stares continue. Even the music in my mind is getting louder, more intense and intrusive with its melody. It’s not bothering me, but the change has heightened Ruth’s unease because we don’t know what the change means.
I do a quick load of laundry while showering and getting dressed for the day. Eva was still asleep and dad had to leave early to help a patron who had a panic attack in the billiards hall. I’m finishing putting away our folded clothes when I hear a knock at the do
