Chapter 49

• Darren
• I walked into the penthous and let the front door slam shut behind me, the sound echoing through the empty rooms. Midnight had already gnawed at the edges of the day, and the half-moon seeped through the kitchen curtains, painting the linoleum in slanted silver.
• Half a month. Fourteen days and thirteen nights of fucking hotel sheets that reeked of human and bleach, of Leila's voice looping in my head like a broken record. Be careful. Come back to me.