QUINN
Sleep never came.
I lay in the darkness staring at the ceiling while Morrison’s voice kept replaying in my head. He sounded like a man trying not to fall apart completely.
I turned sharply on the bed and shut my eyes tightly. No. I refuse to feel guilty for him. He had destroyed too many things already for me to pity him now.
I tossed my body, trying to sleep, but sleep eluded me, avoided me like a plague. I sat abruptly and dragged both hands through my hair.
Everyone around me acted like they were carrying pieces of the same secret. And I was the only person locked outside of it.
The vibration of my phone snapped me out of my thoughts.
*Be Careful Who You Trust* ~ Joe.
A cold feeling settled instantly in my stomach. Why would he text that instead of saying it to my face?
