Chapter 27

Too full of everything we weren’t supposed to say.

“Anyway,” I said quietly, “while I have a few drinks, it’s better if you think about what you’re really feeling.”

I turned toward the door. My hand closed around the knob. I twisted it open.

But something made me pause.

I looked back at her. She was sitting on the edge of the bed now, arms wrapped around herself, eyes wide and hopeful. Like she thought I might change my mind. Like she thought I might stay.

My stomach twisted. I forced myself to speak. “I don’t want you in this room when I come back,” I said. My voice came out flat. “It’s even better if you leave now.”

Her face fell. The hope disappeared in an instant. She looked down at her hands.