Dane:
I slipped from the bed long after Cierra and Dom had fallen asleep. My skin was alive with her, my heart full, but something was eating at me, and I needed to look into it. So, the library it was.
I made my way through the house with my skin prickling at the sounds... or the lack thereof. It’s quiet, but not peaceful. The kind of silence that hums beneath your skin, waiting to split open. The fire in the hearth has long since burned down to embers, yet sweat beads at the back of my neck as I flip through another folder on Alyssa’s desk.
Every line of ink feels like a heartbeat I don’t want to hear.
I tell myself I’m only looking for answers — closure, maybe. But that’s a lie, and I know it.
I’m hunting for something to hurt me. Because pain feels easier than what’s already insid
