CINDY’S POV
It had been three days.
Seventy-two hours of pure hell.
I had cried so much I was scared my body was going to run out of tears and start leaking blood instead.
My eyes were swollen shut half the time, my throat felt like I had swallowed sandpaper, and every breath still hurt like someone was sitting on my chest.
I kept replaying that moment on loop.
Every time I closed my eyes I saw it. Every time I opened them I still saw it.
I sat on the balcony of the hotel suite Alaric had booked us, knees pulled to my chest, and wrapped in one of Alaric’s hoodies that smelled like safety and childhood.
The city sparkled below me, the cars crawling along like ants, and people lived normal lives while mine was in pieces.
I missed him so bad it was embarrassing.
I missed the way he
