Chapter 17
Melanie's POV
My eyes sank into the wine swirling around the glass, round and round in a way that mirrored how my thoughts had been spiraling recently.
The dim living room light reflected on the blood-red liquid, giving it a beautiful spark.
I sat on the couch, in my usual spot at this point, with my legs tucked beneath me. But tonight was different; I wasn’t waiting. Not for Idris, at least. I didn’t know what I was waiting for, but it wasn’t another disappointment. Maybe an apology. Maybe sleep. Maybe for the guilt sitting in my chest since I left Aria’s apartment to finally loosen its claws.
My empty stomach growled in the silence. I should have made dinner, but I just couldn’t bring myself to do anything. I reached for my phone, facedown beside me, and checked the time
