Phil’s POV
When Cliff let me in, I’d had the intention to demand answers.
To talk to him.
Just talk.
But when I saw him sleeping peacefully, clearly unbothered by everything while I hadn’t been able to sleep a wink without nightmares, I just—I snapped. Why doesn’t he care? Why isn’t he stressed about all of this like I am? It’s not fair.
This entire situation isn’t fair.
And I lost my temper.
Threw his clothes at him, shouted at him.
And the look on his face, the surprise, the irritation. “Why not?”
He’s famous for that answer.
It’s the same one he gave every time I asked why he was touching me, why he wanted to have s*x with me—it didn’t answer anything. It’s not meaningful. Doesn’t explain a thing.
Why not?
My body move
