Chapter 32
Astrid’s POV
The moment Rhett stormed in after leaving a few hours ago, I knew something was different.
I remained frozen on the staircase, my hand clutching the railing as I watched him llit a cigarette, and inhaled like it was the only thing keeping him from shattering. His chest rose and fell hard, his shoulders rigid as the first curl of smoke unfurled from his lips.
I couldn’t even look away. It suddenly seemed impossible to–watching the way he dragged it and puff them off.
“Why are you doing this to yourself?” I blurted before I could stop myself. My words fell uselessly between us, swallowed by the haze. “Why are you punishing yourself with this?”
He didn’t answer. He didn't even spare me a look. His eyes were fixed somewhere beyond the walls, and his lips parting o
