Chapter 57
- I was a puddle of pyjama-clad despair.
- After I left that bastard’s place, I found myself in my apartment, where Pen was currently staying.
- Somehow, I’d managed to twist myself into the corner of my own sofa, wearing the most pathetic pair of cotton pants that I owned, a pink onesie that had faded to almost white from too many washes. It had little flamingos that now looked like wet blobs from my tears.