Chapter 1
The exit wounds were still fresh. It had been six weeks of agony since the night he said goodbye. He was done lusting over me, and he’d left me torn, crunched, and bruised. But wasn’t that supposed to make me a better person?
The night he left had escalated into a disaster. The last words shocked me so much that they had become permanently etched into the cells of my brain. Thankfully, portions of the horrendous evening were fading. I’d forgotten them. Now if only more memories would retreat, it would be fantastic. I needed none of them. Not a single one.
My eyelids were hot and gummy. I sunk my butt lower into the gap of Kate’s sofa and willed more grogginess to take me. Sleep was my companion. I couldn’t remember a single thing I’d done in the last 48 days, but I needed to s
