Chapter 120. The Beauty of Delusion

"She loves me..." Edward whispered into the silent office, the words a ragged whisper.

The phone remained pressed against his ear long after the line had gone dead, his fingers trembling so violently that the device nearly slipped from his grip. His chest rose and fell in uneven bursts, each breath scraping through him like they were too large for his lungs to contain.

Rosie had spoken to him. And he was 100% sure it hadn’t been a dream or one of those cruel hallucinations his mind sometimes produced when exhaustion dragged him into that dangerous space between reality and longing.

The silence on the line after one of the demons had taken the phone was the most beautiful thing he had ever heard. It meant she was there. It meant she was fighting for him. It meant that all the years of screaming, years of being told he was a monster and a murderer, had all been a l