Day 56“UGH,” I GROAN, falling back onto the pillows. Massaging my temples, I wonder if the action will help me see through the fog clouding my brain for the past two days.
Saint clearly gave me more credit than I deserve because I’m no closer to decoding his journal. After dinner, I moved into his old room. It surprised me how quickly he was replaced because apart from the wallpaper, the bedroom looked completely different.
It saddened me that my things were brought in because I would have preferred to sleep in a room where his scent and presence still lingered. But Alek wouldn’t have it. It seems out of sight, out of mind, but Saint never strays far from my thoughts.
I haven’t heard from him yet. I assume he has a lot to take care of. Zoey, for one. I wonder if he’ll take her back home
