Chapter 165 Questions are needed

***Hazel***

I barely sleep.

Honestly, I’m not even sure if what I did get counts as sleep or just temporary unconsciousness brought on by emotional exhaustion.

At some point during the night, Jocelyn stopped talking beside me and curled up under the blankets while I stared at the ceiling replaying everything over and over in my head.

The emails. The photos. Owen. Kross. Sinclair. Blair. Every piec