Chapter 273

• Rhode 's P.O.V
• I'm not sure what wakes me up, but for some reason I do, and the bed is empty beside me. A terrifying thought ripples through me, fuck she's gone what the fuck did I do? This is before the rational part of me remembers to work and tells me to relax, she's probably just somewhere else around the house, let's find her.
• I poke my head into the bathroom, nothing there, and I wonder down the hall to see a small light flickering around the corner. What is she doing? She comes into view with her hands on either side of the first painting that Max ever made for me, a bright orange piece that reminded me of LA heatwaves in July. I watch her for a second, her hands sitting the painting straight onto its hook, the old T-shirt of mine that she religiously sleeps in lifting up to reveal a pair of black panties. I tear my eyes away from that area, mainly because I'm just confused about what she's doing.