I felt numb. I couldn’t move, couldn’t speak. I sat on the couch just staring into space. Conlan had given up trying to get me to speak. He had wrapped a blanket around my shoulders and given me a bottle of water and a bucket incase I needed to be sick again.
Robyn had tried to call me 7 times. She must’ve been worried but I couldn’t speak to her. How was I supposed to explain all this to her? Conlan had asked if he should text her so she didn’t worry and I nodded. Whatever he said, it must’ve worked because she had stopped calling. It had been a long, long time since I had disassociated this severely, to the point my brain has physically stopped working.
It was dark when Conlan eventually broke down.
“Autumn. Please.” He was in front of me, on his knees, my hands in his. “Please tal
