Chapter 69. Jawdrop

I find I’m still in bed, staring at the dark ceiling, my tears sliding down the corner of my eyes to my ears.

I turn to my side and hug my pillow in a fetus state. At least I got to feel Eryis’s face for the last time, but I didn’t get to hug her for the last time.

Oh, my baby. My sweet, sweet baby. It’s as if all this is a dream. It feels like she’s really alive when in reality she’s rotting in the morgue.

The reality of that jabs me a huge blow.

Crawling out of the bed for real this time, I find my way through the darkness to the kitchen, opening the refrigerator to see if I can find any damn thing to drink.

I find some juice. But what I really want is alcohol.

I’m not sure if there’s anything like an alcohol here, seeing as Zeath doesn’t take alcohol.

“Mellow?” the man calls from the kitchen entrance before switching on the light. Speak of the devil. He’s towering at the kitchen threshold. “It’s 1AM, baby, why aren’t you asleep?