Chapter 41

• When another set of knocking rasped on my door, I groaned to myself and stood up from my bed, stomping to the source of the sound. I had managed to sleep for about two hours during which Jude had joined me in bed. But now, he was gone, and the only proof he’d been here was the sheets and his fading warmth. The first rays of the sun were already over the horizon, casting a yellowish sheen on the walls and furniture.
• I fixed my blouse. I hadn’t changed into PJs, drained after the fight and my confusing thoughts about my boyfriend. My dream had come true after so many years, but why didn’t it feel as good as it was supposed to?
• Because Jude was a different person? a locked voice in my mind said, and I clutched my head in pain.