Chapter 64
- Lana
- The calendar hangs on the wall, quiet and heavy. Fourteen black Xs stare back at me. I drag the marker across today’s square and add another line. The dark ink fits how I feel.
- I don’t understand how everything shifted this fast. A few weeks ago, I was counting days until freedom. Now every mark pulls me closer to the end of whatever this thing is between Dominic and me. That ending feels close. Too close.