CHAPTER 16
Morning daylight filtered through the bedroom home windows; however, it felt cold. Too vivid. Too harsh.
Celeste sat on the edge of the mattress, observing the distance in which Damien was hours earlier. Now it becomes simply creased sheets and silence.
Closing night’s warmth felt like a far-off reminiscence. The way he had touched her, held her, kissed her—it had felt actual. For a fleeting second, she had allowed herself to trust in something gentle under all the sharpness. But this morning, the whole lot became unique.
The intimacy that had as soon as wrapped round her like a blanket was now unraveling thread by means of thread.
She wrapped the robe tighter around herself and padded barefoot into the hallway. The ground became cool in opposition to her skin, just like t
