Chapter 4It’s still dark outside when I wake up so I can’t have been asleep for very long, but I know before I’ve even opened my eyes that I’m alone in my bedroom. I listen for sounds, but apart from a car driving past the building, my apartment is silent. I curl my hand into a fist and press it against my mouth.
We talk. And we listen.
And bail in the middle of the night…apparently. Anger flashes in my chest, burning hot, threatening to consume me.
No.
I won’t accept it.
Not this time, not after our talk.
I uncurl my fist one breath and one finger at a time before smacking my hand onto the bedside table, fumbling for my phone. I startle at the feeling of paper against my fingertips.
He left a note.
I’d forgotten about his notes.
I grab it, and the phone, too, fumbling to turn on
