Chapter 150

• The night felt colder than usual. Not the kind of cold that nipped your fingers, but the kind that sat in your chest and waited, quiet and patient. Outside, the wind whistled against the windowpane, rattling it just enough to pull a sigh from me.
• I’d stayed up longer than I meant to, scrolling through articles related to my case against Maddox on my phone despite the bandage I had gotten earlier. I wished for sleep to come, but it seemed not to.
• My body felt heavy from the exhaustion of wanting to sleep.