Heaven stared out the bedroom window, watching the willow tree branches brush the grass. She didn’t remember tuning out Dylan and Delia any more than she remembered Delia leaving the room. The words that poured from their mouths sloshed in her brain, inebriating it from reality.
If only their lives could be normal.
It would never be. The paparazzi would make sure of that. Still, dealing with the paparazzi was better than the chaos surrounding them now.
Dylan pulled her against his chest and brushed her shoulder with his lips, but even his touch couldn’t settle her stomach.
“Please, talk to me. Tell me what’s on your mind.”
It was hard to put into words what her brain couldn’t process. She touched her temple to the corner of the wall and pressed her lids together, concentrating on the
