I don’t even remember locking the door.
I remember dropping my bag. I remember my bed. I remember my face hitting the pillow like my body had been waiting all night for that.
That was it.
My phone buzzed once behind me. I felt it against my thigh and ignored it. I didn't check, I didn’t want to know if it was Ethan or guilt or my own bad decisions calling me back.
I kicked my shoes off. The room felt quiet and neat. Like it didn’t match the way my chest felt tight and loose at the same time.
Sleep took me without warning.
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My alarm woke me up angry.
I slapped at it, groaned, rolled onto my back and stared at the ceiling like it had personally offended me. My body felt heavy and drained. Like I’d spent the night fighting something I couldn’t remember.
I got ready on autopilot. Sho
