Twenty-Two.
A couple of days went by and I never even left my bed let alone my room. Georgia brought me my three meals a day, pressing me for the first day, then giving up and just bringing them to me silently. I barely ate any of them but they kept coming. I had too much on my mind. Sebastian had been alive for five years without the world knowing, how could someone do that? You always watch movies of people faking their death but it would be so hard to do in real life. And to keep it from me? Why after five years did he need to come back for me? Did I not mean enough to him for him to not fake his death so we could be together? Or was he hiding from whoever shot him, Jack or someone else. It’s all I thought about over and over.
And he never came back after that night, even though I di
