Rhea’s POV
Well, the disturbing noise continued all through the night. I barely slept a wink before the chatterbox Zoe came bouncing in to invite me for breakfast.
And after I took a good amount of time getting ready, hoping, convincing myself that this would be the morning I finally saw him at that table, I sat alone. Just me, the oversized furniture staring back at me and Zoe crackling away in the background like a broken radio. He never showed.
And so it continued. Night after night I lay there listening to the muffled sounds of him through the walls, his grunts and moans drifting through and making sleep impossible. I told myself I wasn’t listening. I was lying.
I stood outside every day like a fool waiting to be noticed. The cold bit into my skin some nights and I still stayed, sm
