It wasn’t until later that I realized Ellis always snuck out of the house, but not back in. She knew Rayne was waiting, and she never avoided her. If she hadn’t wanted to get caught, she wouldn’t have done that. Somehow Rayne knew, and she was there every night, waiting for Ellis. “People want a witness to their pain,” Rayne said. “Not a judge.” That’s what I’ve tried to do for four years—not judge Ellis. Now, from her side of the bed, Ellis whispers, “You know I love you, right? I can’t imagine my life without you. I’d be miserable.” “I know.” “Will you play our song?” she asks. “It helps me
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