Jane
I woke to sunlight streaming through unfamiliar floor-to-ceiling windows, and for a blissful half-second, I didn't remember.
Then it all came crashing back. The wedding. Hudson and Maribel. The apartment and job I lost. Everything.
My eyes felt like sandpaper. They were swollen and tender from hours of crying. My throat was raw, my head pounded, and my body ached like I had been physically beaten rather than emotionally destroyed.
I lay there for a long moment, staring at the ceiling of Julius's guest room, trying to summon the energy to move.
I really was grateful. Yesterday, I genuinely thought I might end up sleeping on the street or in some dingy shelter.
Instead, I was in a penthouse that probably cost more per month than I made in a year, sleeping in sheets that felt lik
