Chapter 8
Charlotte
The water was hot, probably too hot. But I didn’t care. I felt it burn my skin, but it didn’t hurt. I was numb, my mind scattered and empty as water cascaded down my back. There was no telling how long I’d been in the shower. Time no longer mattered. It was ironic how time lost its hold on a person once you no longer had things to do or places to go.
I took the bar of soap, smelling the vanilla scent. A part of me didn’t want to use it, didn’t want its smell to linger on my skin, because he chose it.
Elijah.
Elijah who? Who was this man who claimed to know me better than anyone else? This man who managed to watch me for so long without me even knowing. God, that thought was terrifying, thinking of someone lurking in the corners, watching your every move. The magnit
