Chapter 7 Please Don't Leave Me

• That evening, I spent most of my time in the room, a prisoner of my own thoughts. I wondered if I'd done the right thing by staying, or if I should just cut my losses and leave.
• All day, I'd eaten, stared blankly ahead, eaten again, and then retreated back to the bed. The day had been a blur of forced smiles and stilted conversations with Danielle, and I was exhausted.
• She'd been too nice, and it was grating on my nerves.