Chapter Eighty Six

TESSA

The soft comfort of the glow on my walls painted by the golden hues of the setting sun brought me little comfort amidst the chaos strewn about the floor. My suitcase lay there in shambles—clothes flung in all directions as though it was in a bout of rebellion to pack itself.

I was sitting cross-legged on the couch, my fingers fiddling idly with loose threads of my sweater. He slumped back in