CHAPTER FORTY-ONE
I retired to my hotel room that very night right after the quite delicious dinner, leaving Benoit to deal with his own pain. He would never admit it loudly but I knew it hurt more that he showed me. After all, it was not just heartbreak. It was a betrayal of feelings and trust and there was nothing as simple as that. No matter how hard you subdued it down so you wouldn’t feel anything. At one point you’d have to let yourself feel all of it. I’d accepted that and after I got back to my hotel room, I’d laid in bed, unable to catch a wink in a good while. I’d let the silent sobs rack my body, letting my whole self feel all the pain so I would remember and not chicken out. There had been a few missed calls from Dane and it took every part of me to stop myself from picking up
