Ellie doesn’t say anything for a moment and Abby falls silent, tracing the outline of her own face and braid, fingers tucked underneath of her lip. She couldn’t contain it. Abby was starting to burst at the fucking seams by the end. She had a clenched jaw sitting, aching in her skull and the nightmares were completely out of her control, killing her people off left right and centre. Maybe writing and drawing was helpful. A way of putting it all out there.

She won’t know for sure, she can’t bring herself to ask.

The sharp snap of the book startles her, and she sits up straight in the chair, hands dropping to her knees.

“So was I.” She still is. Sometimes.