Chapter 218 Martin's Dead

• Anna had barely gotten any sleep. Her pillow was still damp from the tears she had cried through the night. She had sent Martin a flurry of texts-apologies, explanations, desperate pleas-but he had not even bothered to read any of them. Not a single one received a reply. She had wanted to go see him yesterday, but she figured he needed space. Time to cool off.
• But enough time had passed. He should be calm by now. Reasonable. Today, she would go to him. They would talk and fix things. Whatever was broken between them, she believed it could still be repaired.
• Dragging herself from bed, Anna brushed her teeth and washed her puffy face. She slipped into a pair of jeans and a plain white shirt, tying her hair back into a bun with shaking hands. Her heart beat faster with every minute as she struggled to hold on to the hope that they could actually fix things.