Chapter Sixty-Eight

Harlow

The door clicks shut behind me, and the sound sinks right into my bones. It feels like every breath in my chest slows down and curls tight, like my body recognizes this place before my mind can even catch up. Mickey’s apartment smells the same way it always used to, like stale smoke mixed with sweat and cheap cologne, and my stomach twists so hard I almost fold in half.

I tell myself I’m fi