Chapter 115

• Margeaux’s POV
• I groaned as the loud knock jolted me from sleep. My body ached in places I didn’t even know existed, and the dull throb in my hip reminded me of the accident like an uninvited guest overstaying its welcome. Squinting at the time on my wall clock, I rubbed my eyes and muttered, “Claire, you better have brought coffee with you.”
• I shuffled out of bed, still in my oversized unicorn pajamas, hair likely a frizzy mess. With every step toward the door, I convinced myself it was Claire coming to check in or Nathan pretending to be nice again. Probably both.