Chapter 13: I Love To Cook
Lizzie
Surprisingly, I slept well on my first night in Reese’s house. For reasons I couldn’t even fully explain, I slept better last night in Reese’s penthouse than I had in months in my own bed.
The bed had enveloped me like a cocoon, which was absolutely wonderful.
That alone should have been enough to tell me something in my life had shifted, because for the past few months sleep had been the one thing that refused to cooperate with me.
Not all the time. And definitely not for long hours.
At home, nights had stretched endlessly, my mind would keep replaying every condescending remark I'd gotten from my date that day, every dismissive glance, every suffocating expectation placed on me like a weight I could never shrug off.
I’d slowly gotten used
