Raelyn’s pov
Sleeping on Torin’s lap was the first time I had a decent sleep since I moved in with Ruth. It was like Dylan followed me there.
He was there in my dreams at night; he was there when I was awake in these vivid daydreams that felt too real.
I could not escape him.
Maybe it’s because I’m just waiting for the bomb to drop.
I turned off the wifi and never plugged it back in. I blocked Dylan’s number. I ran…
And I know… I know I need to file for divorce, and that means coming face-to-face with Dylan. But honestly, if I never see his face again, I would be fine. I would be better than fine, because I don’t know what would happen if we ever met again.
He’d kill me.
Or he’d somehow convince me to come back.
Dylan has made me weak, or maybe I’ve always been weak. Maybe Dylan j
