Chapter 36
Daphne
The silence in the apartment was unbearable. I was sitting on the edge of my bed, legs crossed, hands nervously fidgeting with the edge of the quilt, as if that could somehow calm the chaos inside me. I had spent hours trying to think, searching for answers—anything to ease the knot in my chest—but I found nothing. Just emptiness, an abyss that deepened every time I allowed myself to remember Jake's expression the last time we saw each other.
It had been a disaster. There was no other way to describe it. I had broken up with the man I loved most in the world, and now I carried the weight of that decision like a boulder crushing my ribs. Impossible to move, impossible to ignore. I knew he was hurting just as much as I was; I had seen it in his eyes, in his broken voice
