POV’s Tate
His steady voice was like a rock for me to grab onto in the raging river of the words in my head. I slowly nodded.
Because I didn’t want to be alone.
It was why I had called Riley.
“Ok,” I whispered.
I refused to so much as look at Philip as I rushed into my room, closing the door.
The shower helped to burn off some of the thoughts. It eased my heavy breathing, calming me down. By the time I was done, the aromatic smells of my floral shampoo and conditioner were also helping to relax me.
I put on my new favorite sweatpants–the ones Philip had given me–and my dark green sweatshirt.
By the time I walked into the living room, I felt slightly better.
My wet hair hung loosely around my frame, the ends already beginning to wave. Philip sat on the couch, waiting patiently, tw
