Chapter 164

I don’t cry until he’s gone. Even then, I fight it. My eyes burn anyway.

I stand there too long, staring at nothing, like if I stay still enough I can pretend he didn’t just walk away carrying what I shoved into his hands.

I did that to him.

I made him break himself open. I watched him do it. I needed him to.

My mouth twists and I press my palm against it, hard, like I can shove the sound back dow