Chapter 26
That night, despite Leila exhausting me, I don’t sleep a wink. Once I’m certain Leila’s asleep, I get up, throw on some clothes, and quietly sneak out of the room.
I go into my office and re-read the letter I’ve been working on. Every word I’ve written—and I’ve written so many by now, although I haven’t added any since Leila and I first slept together—still rings true. My reasons for wanting to end my life haven’t changed. Right now, it feels like I’m falling in love, but am I even still capable of that? I am, after all, a woman who has been plotting her own death for the better part of the past five years. Even if I were able to develop those kinds of feelings for someone else, it wouldn’t matter. Falling in love isn’t going to bring my voice back. It isn’t magically going to
