The next morning arrived not with warmth, but with a heavy chill that clung to the walls like sorrow..
A golden sliver of sun tried to pierce through the curtains, but its warmth didn’t touch me. Not today.
I woke up with a stiff neck and numb legs. My body protested as I stirred from my uncomfortable slumber on the cold bathroom floor.
I’d slept in the same spot I’d thrown up the night before, not from disgust or laziness, but fear. I was terrified of messing anything else up. I didn’t want another explosion. Not from Aiden.
The tiled floor had imprinted itself on my skin, and the ache in my back was a constant reminder of how low things had gotten.
I didn’t even remember falling asleep. I had been sitting on the toilet seat, forehead pressed against the wall, trying to stay awake in
