The next morning I woke up with a splitting headache. Not because I was hungover or anything, but because I’d basically cried myself to sleep. You can’t cry that much without some consequences. It just added more insult to injury.
As I sat up in Noah’s guest bed, I put my head in my hands. The constant throbbing of pain made it hard to concentrate on anything. I knew if I got up and got some medicine, I’d feel better, but I couldn’t seem to make my body move. Not when even the slightest movement brought more pain.
But I had to take care of myself. Because I was alone now and there was no one else who could do it.
I very carefully got up, using whatever I could to keep me steady as I shuffled my way out of the bedroom. I crept down the hall, grateful that Noah always seemed to keep hi
