Chapter 108

• PENELOPE
• I barely slept. I tossed all night, my mind too loud, my body too tired to follow it. At some point, I remember curling into Christian’s side. I was sure I felt his arm brush my back and his lips pressed gently to my forehead. It had to be real—it felt real. But when I finally opened my eyes this morning, the other side of the bed was neatly made. Empty.
• I decided against going to work. I wasn’t in the mood for heels, or makeup, or pretending I didn’t feel like I was quietly crashing out. Working from home would do.