Chapter 18

• SULLIVAN
• I couldn’t stop thinking about what Mom said earlier. How she told me I had to do whatever it takes to get Chase back. Like it was that simple. Like I could just go back and fix things with a snap of my fingers. But the truth was, I didn’t even want that. Not really.
• I sat back on the stool, my fingers still tight around the glass of wine. The room felt quieter all of a sudden. Maybe it was just me, but everything inside me was loud — a storm of anger, confusion, and something I hated admitting: sadness.