Chapter 53
Skye's POV
I took an Uber home. I was so numb during the ride that the driver actually turned around and asked me if I was okay. I told him I was fine‚ even though it was two in the morning and I was sitting in his backseat wearing a man's suit jacket over a torn dress‚ mascara smeared under my eyes‚ my hands trembling in my lap like someone who had just watched her entire world fall apart.
I guess I had. Except the terrible thing wasn't something I witnessed. It was something I was told. By the man who did it. While I sat on the same couch where he had held me and kissed my forehead and made me feel safe for the first time in my adult life.
The city blurred past the window and I pressed my forehead against the cold glass and tried to think but my brain wouldn't cooperate. I
