Chapter 98 In Denial

• I went back to bed, curling myself under the blanket and pulling it up to my chin. Bryan didn’t move. He probably didn’t even notice I had left. His breathing was steady. Peaceful.
• I hated him for that. I hated him for being okay while I was unraveling, piece by piece.
• Morning light poured through the curtains hours later, and I couldn’t bring myself to face it. Not yet. But life doesn’t wait for readiness, does it?