Chapter 77 Besides, That Car Is Not Going To Pay For Itself

• November 9th.
• I feel like it's the worst day of my life, not even the time when Liam tried to humiliate me in front of everyone comes close. Without a doubt, this is it. The emptiness of his absence is painful, so much so that my chest tightens and at times the lack of oxygen in my lungs brings me back to reality; Chaina chews on the chicken in her mouth so quickly that some crumbs fall on the table. Maya strokes my hair while I sit on her lap trying not to cry again.
• I don't know what my life would be like without the two of them, maybe I would be even crazier than I already am. I look at the bottle of pills on the table and in an act of rage, I get up and quickly grab it and throw it against the wall. Chaina stands up and leaves what she had in her hand on one of the plates. The blonde woman behind me holds my hand to stop me.