Lucy's Pov
The morning barely scraped through the curtains when I cracked my eyes open. My head pounded seriously; it felt like my skull had doubled in size from bawling way too long. Adrian was passed out on the couch, sprawled out all careless, one arm hanging off like he hadn’t ripped my heart out just hours ago. It must be nice to sleep that easily.
I swiped at the tears crusted on my cheeks, pulled myself off the mattress, just barely. His big sweater was draped over the chair; it was too enormous, drowning me, but at least it covered some of what hurt. Not all, obviously, but enough.
Quietly, carefully, I slipped out. I couldn’t face him. Not his excuses. Not the sight of that damned handbag.
Like father, like son, I muttered under my breath. Liam cheated. Now Adrian too. It must
