Cathy
How are you doing? I thought.
Good. Tired, but good, the voice in my mind answered back through the tunnel.
I snorted to myself. Tell me about it. Exhaustion was now a staple to my life, accompanying me everywhere. My only friend besides Theo.
But I care more about how you are, the voice continued, sounding a bit concerned. You don’t really talk about yourself.
Sighing, I looked at the ceiling, following the pattern of angels carved in the stone. There’s not much to talk about myself. The estate is well, the garden is fine. The only thing I have to talk about is Theo.
Since it was Aldrich, he always had to analyze each one of my words. The garden is only ‘fine?’ That’s not how you usually describe it.
I have not told him how I don’t like to be outside anymore. Or the mysteriou
