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L O G A N
As soon as Ella was out of my sight and out of my control, I regretted not
chasing her down. I didn’t know what she was wearing or if she’d keep her
promise to get the metal out of her head. I didn’t know if she was
chronically late, which reminded me how flimsy our story was and how
likely she was to say something out of earshot that I’d contradict.
All the Crowne siblings had been set up with a suite in the Bel-Air
house my sister had coined Crownequarters, and I paced mine as I texted
her.
—Already in the back of the ElCam—
—I’m fine—
—Don’t forget to pack a bag—
—No. I’m coming to get you tonight—
—I didn’t ask if you were fine.
It’s common courtesy—
—It’s infantilizing—
I considered the possibility that I’d go completely insane in the first five
minutes of this marriage.