Anxiety

Sophie managed to get some shut-eye on our first night back at the estate, but it would be a stretch to call whatever she did sleep. I was not as fortunate. I sat in silence feeling like a stranger in my own house listening to Thomas talk in an excited whisper to his blood brother. This was different than before, when all I felt was regret and guilt. From all appearances Thomas was doing far better than I could hope and perhaps Phillip was as well. Still, I was anxious.

Sophie’s emotionless tone broke my reverie. “Come to bed.” She said. “Phillip will be here soon enough.”