The bed feels cold. Much more chilling than it felt when I fell asleep in his arms.
Throwing the sheets, I jolt to a sitting position, my head aching from the sudden movement.
I shoot a glance at the table clock.
It's well past 9 a.m. And it's a school day. But there is no call for worry.
Ryker slept over, he probably made sure Kayden got to school already.
Moving to the edge, I throw my feet out, and it hits the ground gently. The cold from the tiled floor sips through my soles, reminding me I’m still here—still alive.
The event from yesterday flashes through my mind, weighing me down.
Kim's threat.
Evan's lurking.
The accusations.
Ryker's defence.
How Evan had his hand curled around my wrist like he still has the right to do so.
Everything comes rushing back.
I stumble into
