24
MEGAN
I drove without stopping–hours on the highway. My body was made of lead. My mouth full of ash. It was incredible how different my entire life seemed from ten hours before. Just this morning–a lifetime ago–I’d woken up in Hayes’ arms. We’d shared something intimate. Something big. Foolish me, I thought we were going to somehow handle Burns together and then ride into the sunset.
Now, I face a future of breaking the law. Living in the margins. Never knowing love.
No, that wasn’t true. I’d known love.
I’d known it, and I just choked the life out of it.
I put a hand on my roiling stomach. I hadn’t eaten all day, and I still couldn’t. If I did, I’d just puke again.
That was what leaving Hayes made me feel like.
What hurting him did to me.
Because I knew when he pulled that fee
