MELISSA’S POV
I was still lying on the floor of my sitting room, very tired, my head pounding as though every nerve was being struck with a hammer. I had been lying there since I banged the door on Xavier, my body refusing to move, my mind replaying everything in endless cycles that only made the ache sharper.
At some point, the ache and exhaustion swallowed me whole, and I barely noticed the world around me as sleep tugged me under.
When I grudgingly opened my eyes again, the first thing I saw was the clock on the wall.
6:56 PM.
My heart sank. God, how long have I been here? I had slept through the entire day, cried through it, and wasted it all on pain that didn’t even seem to ease.
What a day. What a damn day.
I slowly pushed my legs to lift myself off the floor. Everything felt
