Four days. That was all that stood between me and the rest of my life. Mason had wrapped up the last of his business in Chicago and now there was nothing left to do but pack the city into boxes and walk away from it.
I should have been nothing but glad. New city. New everything. A clean page after years of writing the same miserable sentence over and over. But underneath the gladness sat fear. Fear of what waited for me on the other side.
Chicago had never been kind to me. Not once. But it was still home. It raised me, broke me, and rebuilt me wrong. Made me a mother in the middle of all of it. Whatever I am now, this city had a hand in it.
I just prayed LA would go easier on me. That it might be the open window I'd been gasping toward my whole life. Lior was the only one in the house w
