Is there no one I can talk to or confide in? Corrben is out of that idea completely and I have not a clue where my brother has run off to. Mungan is too wrapped up in himself, and we are not very close friends for me to tell him about Meredith and my worries, and even more, the haunting. I had thought, perhaps I would trust Eordion with my secrets and concerns, but he seems to be more focused on himself and his own family. As if a broken leg is anything compared to losing your baby. Is that cruel to say? I do not even know the woman he spoke of, but I cannot help but feel a twinge of annoyance and resentment. Corrben's never around, even if he did give his condolences for Meredith, and Ealbrand tries to avoid the subject, Some greater power has decided that my life will forever remain broken and torn up, I think, and won't even allow me to have a friend to trust and tell things to.
I was grateful when I woke up under the bed. But now I am not so sure that I'm happy the poison didn't work.
With love, Tosie.
