Anyone with half a gram of sense can tell that Eleanor’s definitely on drugs. I locked Elle in her room properly, including padlocking the window and probably breaking a dozen health and safety rules (but who cares in your own home? The whole lot is stupid). It has to be done.
Neither Kate nor I can see a way out, but we both know that the pull of her addictions with probably motivate Eleanor to find one. She always was a bit of an escape artist.
Kate told me that she told her youth leader about Elle, and that they were praying for her. I was angry at first, but when I thought about it I was grateful. I don’t want too many people to know, although it’s bound to get out sooner of later, but prayer is what we need right now. Only our God can help her now.