Cara didn’t dare come out of her room for the rest of the day, hiding her face in the tear-soaked pillow and waiting for some sign from Bradley that it was okay to come out.
She didn’t know how much more pain she could handle, and she surely didn’t want to interfere with Bradley’s grieving process. He seemed like such a private person, intruding on an emotional time like this felt… wrong. All of it felt wrong. She just wanted to sink into the mattress and disappear forever.
So she waited… and waited… and waited.
Hours passed by, but Bradley never came.
The sun had set, and yet the house remained silent. It had to be getting close to midnight.
The rumblings of her stomach and her full bladder eventually forced her hand, so she had to climb out of the bed.
Her face was swollen and splo
