CHAPTER 15
FOR FOUR HOURS, I stayed in the bathroom, sitting on a towel with the fluffy white hotel bathrobe wrapped around me. I’d only spoken once—to ask Adam to leave—but I hadn’t heard the door. Mind you, I’d been sobbing so hard a volcano could have erupted without me noticing.
This was worse than after Bryce. When Bryce left me, my heart had been shattered. Right now, it had been torn out of my chest, stomped on by an elephant, barbecued for a couple of hours, and then frozen into a block of ice.
Eventually, when I’d run out of both tears and toilet paper to blot them with, I struggled to my feet. Pins and needles stabbed at my legs. Had Adam gone? I peeped through the tiny gap, and the light on the bedside table cast a dim glow over the room. Everything was still.
Of course he’d
