Chapter 83
- It was nearly midnight, and I was curled up in bed, wide awake.
- The city beyond my window pulsed quietly in the dark, but my thoughts were far louder chaotic, relentless. I stared at the ceiling, counting cracks, breaths, regrets.
- I’d said I might bring a man home. But I wouldn’t. I never did. Not because I couldn’t but because I knew what always came next.