Chapter 14 Breaking Point
- Amelia’s POV
- The numbness cracks at eleven-forty-seven PM on a Tuesday.
- I’m sitting on my futon, staring at nothing, when I notice the mug on my makeshift nightstand. Navy blue ceramic with a gold rim. Daniel bought it for me on our first anniversary because I’d mentioned liking the one at a café we’d passed. Such a small thing. So thoughtless to anyone else.