I slam the closet door shut. The Scrabble game on the shelf within it was taunting me, threatening to pull me into a very dark place. I’m grateful for the items that remind me of my time with Aiden, but I can only take them in small doses, or else I’ll lose myself to grief.
It’s been a month since I came home from the hospital, and I’ve really been trying. If anything, I’ve been doing so for the sake of saying I did. The knowledge that I spent eight years in love with Grayson is what has been keeping me here when all I want to do is leave. That is a long time to stay with someone simply because he’s handsome. I have to be missing pieces of the puzzle. I owe it to my pre-accident self to find all the facts before making a decision.
The day after the party we hosted with our friends that l
