I sat on the bed with my knees pulled up to my chest and looked out the window.
I was tired of crying. Tired of thinking. Tired of turning everything over and over and arriving at the same place every time.
I was tired of trying not to think.
Especially about what I’d just done with Zane.
My stomach clenched at how easily I’d given in to him.
I felt disgusted with myself.
I tried to keep that feeling at bay, tried to keep everything at bay and just sat and watched the day move across the sky, the light going from afternoon gold to something softer, the shadows lengthening across the grounds below.
The only thoughts still swirling were about Iris.
She was still out there somewhere.
Had they hurt her?
Was she still okay?
I felt my chest tighten.
A knock came at the door.
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