KatieI was all alone again. I couldn’t believe it. Deacon had left me – he’d actually left while I was sleeping like a f*****g coward. I was torn between being more pissed off than I’d ever felt in my life and bitterly upset. I wanted to cry and scream. I wanted to rip the cheap, paper-thin sheets off the motel bed and throw them down on the floor and wail until I was blue in the face.
But none of it mattered. Nothing mattered. Deacon was gone, and I had a feeling I’d never see him again.
I wanted to ask him why. Why now? Why had he chosen to make me vulnerable, to make me believe that I was safe and then run out like a coward?
Setting my lips in a thin line, I walked into the bathroom and flicked on the light. My reflection in the mirror was about as haggard and unattractive as I’d eve
