27
JED
Pre-Aiden loneliness held nothing over how my heart ached with every dragging hour.
I could barely eat. Didn’t sleep with the thoughts crashing in my head.
Jamie and I had met in my office after I’d confronted Welker as we had originally planned, and when I told him what I had done and that I hadn’t mentioned his name, he’d sunken back in the chair with a heartfelt thanks, tension leaving him a heavy sigh.
I’d only shared with him that Welker had denied any wrongdoing, mentioning nothing about the possible threat he held over my head.
Keeping Jamie out of the battle had seemed appropriate, and I felt better for it. But that slight bit of goodness didn’t stir a blip on the pulse monitor of my life as I went through the motions of work, hiding in my dark apartment, and crying wh
