I isolate myself for two whole weeks, ignoring Lily the two times she came to check up on me and barely saying even a peep to Seth. We eat our meals in silence, we do not touch each other when we lay in bed, we do not say good morning or goodnight, or ask each other how we are doing. I don't think either of us really know how we're doing. Whatever the case, we definitely aren't alright. That's for sure.
Nicole and I have no communication as to not raise any suspicions, and so far so good. I have no idea if the congregation will be meeting for a fire tomorrow since tomorrow is the full moon, and I don't want to ask Seth so, again, as to not raise any suspicions. It is extremely anxiety-inducing because mine and Nicole's plan is completely contingent on this fire that is supposed to happen
