MIKA
The cold awakens me, and I shiver, blinking against the darkness, my mind slow as I push myself up. My body is stiff, my cheeks are tight, and when I rub them, I notice they still have traces of dried tears.
I reach for my phone on the nightstand, and it's 1:30 a.m. A sigh escapes me as everything that happened before I fell asleep floods back into my mind—Wade arriving, me breaking down, slamming the door in his face.
Slipping into my slippers, I get out of bed, wrapping my arms around myself for warmth as I feel even colder now that I am awake. The winter nights here are brutal, with temperatures dropping below freezing after the sun goes down.
I shuffle toward the front door, remembering that I do not recall locking it, but instead of locking it when I get there, I slowly crac
