FAT, BARREN, AND REJECTED
ELLA'S POV
Delia's apartment carried the same familiar, comforting warmth I remembered from my earliest, most difficult weeks after fleeing Silvermoon the first time, though the circumstances currently bringing me back to her welcoming space felt considerably more complicated than simple, straightforward danger from external threat.
"I don't know what to think anymore," I admitted, sitting with Delia in her small, comfortable living room while our children slept peacefully in the guest room she'd immediately prepared upon our unexpected arrival. "Every time Jason and I seem to finally achieve genuine stability, some fresh crisis emerges, and I find myself wondering whether this pattern will