24 OLIVIAI arrive back at the penthouse early in the afternoon. Noah’s not here, so I change into fresh clothes and eat a granola bar while I wait. I lie down for a nap, but end up just staring at the ceiling; try to work, but stop because I can’t focus; try to read a magazine, then resign myself to waiting on the sofa.
Where is he? He wouldn’t be at the office on a Sunday—this is Noah we’re talking about. But… I’m the one who abandoned our wedding. I can’t blame him for thinking our relationship is over. For wanting to be done with me, maybe even find a new girlfriend who isn’t such a hassle. Even though the last thing on my mind yesterday was hurting him.
The nightmare of the last forty-eight hours is still spinning through my head. I can still hear Brad’s voice on the phone, slitherin
