CHAPTER THIRTEEN
After Elliot had managed to mess up the caulking of one of the bathtubs and window, Gwen banished him to work on cleaning the finished rooms.
Elliot didn’t protest. He didn’t much care what he did lately. He’d never been this despondent. A week without Bekah in his life, and he was a mess. He didn’t know what the hell was wrong with him.
“You’ve already dusted that corner,” said Gwen behind him. “I think this is the third time, actually.”
“Sorry. My head is just not on straight lately.”
Gwen came around him, mostly to peer into his face, like she could extract the truth of things from his expression alone.
“Is this about your fight with Dad? Or did something else happen?” Gwen c****d her head to the side. “Because I’ve never seen you like this. It’s kind of freaking
