in yesterday’s clothes and I haven’t brushed my hair. I can’t even remember if I brushed my teeth. I usually do it before I go to sleep and as soon as I wake up, but I haven’t done either of those things, because Clara is right. I haven’t slept. I wonder how long someone can go on no sleep.
Apparently for Elijah, it’s seven hours, because that’s how many have passed between his last nap and this one.
“Call Jonah and tell him to come get his son. You look like you’re about to break.”
I avoid responding to her comment, lifting Elijah out of her arms. “Can you run to the store and grab some diapers? I only have one left, and he needs changing.”
“Jonah can’t bring you more?” Clara asks. “Isn’t that his responsibility?”
I look away from Clara, since she’s staring at me like I’m water and she can see right through me. “Cut Jonah some slack,” I say to her. “His world has been turned upside down.”
“Our worlds were turned upside down too. Doesn’t mean we’d abandon an infant.”
“You wouldn’t understand. He needs time. My wallet is in the kitchen,” I say, continuing to avoid throwing Jonah under the bus, no matter how much I want to.
Clara takes my money and leaves for the store.
When it’s just me and Elijah, I lay him on the pallet I made for him. He’s finally asleep, and I have no idea how long it’ll last, so I take advantage of it and use the time to go to the kitchen and rinse out his bottles.
He hasn’t had breast milk since Jenny died, but he seems to be taking to formula pretty well. It just makes for a hell of a lot of dishes.
I’m scrubbing one of the bottles when it happens.
I start crying.
Lately, when I start crying, I can’t turn it off. I cry with Elijah at night. I cry with him during the day. I cry in the shower. I cry in my car.
I have a perpetual headache and a perpetual heartache, and sometimes I just wish it would end. All of it. The whole world.
You know your life is shit when you’re handwashing baby bottles, praying for Armageddon.
CHAPTER TWELVE
CLARA
There are several routes I can take to get from my house to the grocery store, or my house to the school, or my house to basically anywhere in town. One of them is the main road through the center of downtown, which is the shortest way. The other is the loop, which is out of my way, but even still, it’s the only road I’ve taken to get anywhere for almost two weeks now.
Because it’s the only road that takes me right by Miller Adams’s house.
The city limit sign has moved a little more, and I can see now why he’s moving it in small increments. Unless you’re looking to see if it’s been moved, it would be hard to notice a twenty-foot shift every week. I’ve noticed, though. And it makes me smile every time I see it in a different spot.
I drive this way in hopes he’ll be on the side of the road again, and I’ll have an excuse to stop. He’s never out here, though.
I continue my drive to the grocery store to get diapers, even though I have no idea what kind of diapers or what size to get. Texts to my mother when I arrive at the store go unanswered. She must be busy with Elijah.
I open my contact for Jonah. I stare at it, wondering why my mother wouldn’t call him for diapers. I’m also curious as to why she’s had Elijah for as long as she has.
I could tell she was lying to me when she said he just needed a break. I could see it in her eyes. She was worried. She’s hoping a break is all he needs.
But what if Lexie is right? What if Jonah decides not to come back for him?
If that’s the case, it’s one more thing to add to the long list of tragedies I’m responsible for. Jonah is stressed because he lost the mother of his child and has no idea how to raise him alone, and none of this would be happening if it weren’t for me.
I need to fix whatever is going on, but I can’t do that when I don’t know what, exactly, is going on.
I decide not to call Jonah. I put my phone in my pocket and leave the store without buying