Chapter 120

SLOANE

At least he’s alive.

That’s what I keep telling myself.

Over and over.

Like a prayer I don’t believe in.

Hours pass. I don’t sleep. I don’t stop moving. I don’t let my back touch a wall long enough for my thoughts to catch up to me. Because if they do, I’ll remember the sound.

I loved him enough to destroy myself.

I loved him when it cost me my name, my body, my son, my death.

I loved him q