BREN
I went dark last night.
Correction.
I went dark five hours ago. Same day.
I was lying in bed, not wanting to look at the time, and I could feel her. The old me. The firefly was there, too, on the sidelines, waiting to emerge to keep her company again.
I drew in a shuddering breath, feeling all that old numbness, and emptiness, and anger. So much anger. The old me hadn’t been healthy. She hadn’t been right.
I was not her. I could not go back to being her.
“Bren.” Cross moved in bed, sitting up. He moved over, leaning over me.
Take note, he did not ask me what was wrong. He did not ask me what I was thinking about. He did not ask any of those questions, because he knew and his soft sigh on my name told me so.
I closed my eyes.
I would not cry either.
They were damming up, rea
