Chapter 22
- By the time I finally dragged myself back to the hotel, the only thing I wanted was silence.
- The hot shower didn’t wash away the frustration clinging to my skin, but I let the scalding water burn my nerves numb. One glass of wine followed, then another—just enough to take the edge off, to pretend, for a heartbeat, that my life wasn’t unraveling thread by thread.
- The moment my head touched the pillow, the phone rang.