By the time I snapped out of it, I found myself unsure of what to do next.
Dante had told me to rest early. Was that his way of suggesting I stay here for the night?
Though I'd moved out, we hadn't officially divorced, so staying for one night wasn't such a big deal.
But if I stayed in the master bedroom…
I hesitated, my eyes drifting toward the bed we used to share.
No. That felt wrong. Too intimate. Too much like pretending things were normal when they absolutely weren't. I couldn't lie in that bed, breathing in the scent of his cologne on the pillows, and pretend my heart wasn't breaking.
After a moment, I grabbed my things, packed a change of clothes and some toiletries, and headed to Liora's room.
That night, I slept in Liora's room, curled up beside my daughter, listening to t
