Chapter 151 What You Deserve

• I wiped my eyes with the heel of my hand. The room felt too full of his scent, so I slipped out quietly.
• The hallway was still, painted in soft gray dawn light leaking through the tall windows. My footsteps echoed faintly as I walked, each one feeling like I was moving farther from myself.
• I just wanted to go home. Home—though even that word didn’t mean much anymore. But anywhere else was better than here.