I was panicking.
Myles kept on knocking on the door while I submerged into his working table. I’d make sure he wouldn’t hear me rampaging his stuff here.
Why am I doing this? I don’t know either. My body was moving on its own and the only thing I could think of was that door. Please, don’t open yet until I find something.
I know it’s toxic for me to look for something that will cause a conflict between us, but my brain isn’t cooperating with me. I open the drawers and stick my hand inside of it when I catch something.
“Melanie! Baby! Please, let me see you!”
I stopped moving for a second, something caressing my heart when Myles called me with that endearment. His voice was sweet and begging when the banging of the door brought me back to reality.
I slowly looked down at my hands
