Third POV
They both sit there till Ellie stops crying, and that’s when the school officially closes all lectures for the day.
Anna consults the watch on her left wrist when she hears the noises upstairs and the shuffling of feet coming down the stairs.
“About time,” she says to herself, then looks at Ellie, whose head rests sideways in the crook of one arm. Her eyes are open but they look as dead as sandy soil. “School’s over, Ellie. You might want to shake some breath of life into yours.”
Ellie makes a sound like she’s trying to mumble rap. She raises her head and looks straight at the opposite wall, where the door is.
“Ellie, I know we haven’t been on talking terms of late, but the one thing I don’t know is why the hell you would come in here crying your eyes out like you’ve lost y
