Chloe’s POV
I sat there for a moment after she left, my hands wrapped tightly around my cup. The coffee had gone cold, but I didn’t notice.
For the first time since this nightmare began, I felt something unfamiliar settle in my chest.
Hope.
Not the soft kind.
The dangerous kind.
I left the coffee shop twenty minutes later. I got a text message on my phone.
It was from Drake. I ignored his calls and messages. He was still horny. How could he think of that at this time?
I went straight home to rest but I couldn’t.
I stepped out into the evening air and pulled my jacket closer around me. The street was quiet, almost calm, like nothing in my life was unraveling behind closed doors. I walked for a while before checking my phone.
Drake.
Missed calls. Messages stacked on each other.
