Chapter 138

• Haven sat on the edge of his bed, his hands clasped firmly between his knees. Outside, the early morning sun crawled through the blinds, casting sharp lines over the floor. His phone buzzed close to him, but he overlooked it. It was continuously something, a new client request, an e-mail requiring quick reply, or Matthew. Matthew, that name reverberated through his mind like a melody he hated but couldn’t stop hearing.
• To begin with, Haven was expended by outrage, the kind that left him breathless in the middle of the night. But now, the seethe had dulled into something more regrettable: an hurt that chewed at the edges of his soul, debilitating to empty him out.
• He came to his phone and looked over the missed messages.