Elle’s back. Nothing much new, just a few more bruises and a tired, shell-shocked face. I can hardly bear to look at her now. So much has changed: she has changed. How long is it since she was my smiling, cheery best friend? Two months? Less that that? It’s all gone wrong so quickly.
If I could take her place, I would. I can’t bear to see her suffering. I’m not saying that to sound chivalrous: it’s 100% true. Maybe if I understood what was going on, I could help her, but she won’t talk. Maybe if I’d seen it sooner I could have stopped it going too far, but now she’s far gone and there’s nothing I can do.