I pull myself out of the shower a ridiculously long time later, only really leaving because the water that was falling on my shoulders had grown colder and colder until I was shivering. I towel myself off, shaking my head a little to consider that while I’m all cried out, my tears didn’t bring the relief that I thought they would.
Because honestly, I’m still a wreck about this.
I know what I’m supposed to do now, I think as I wrap my big fluffy white robe around myself and pass into my bedroom, sitting down hard on my vanity’s stool, still shivering a little. I’m supposed to leave. Kent gave me his answer to my ultimatum – I said I would go if he didn’t tell me, and he didn’t. So now…
I’m supposed to go.
But god damn it, where to?
And honestly, I’m fully aware of the fact that I don’t
