Chapter Thirty-Four
| calum’s pov | Lynette continues to stare at something in front of us, though the television was off. I hadn’t formally apologized to her, up to this day. It’s only been a few weeks after her breakdown at the hospital, and each day that passed, she became more and more emotionless. The days I’d spend inside her house were silent, only a few sentences here and there, but nothing more. Once she’d fall asleep, I’d leave and go to my own home. I also quit my job at the pharmacy, seeing as though I won’t need anything anymore. The only thing I do for a living was Lynette’s old job. I replaced her there. She couldn’t work anymore. All she did was look at nothing in particular, waiting for the day to end, so she’d sleep once again. It’s like she had given up on living, just as I feared
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