Chapter 51

Meadow’s POV

I chose the third dress.

Not the silk that I wore when Alaric fingered me. Not the velvet dress I wore when I rode his thigh to my orgasm. But the champagne-gold sequin dress that we didn’t do anything in.

It was a deliberate act of defiance I was pulling. But I had no other choice.

The night he had to leave for work—which I was almost fully certain that it wasn’t—he didn’t get back until way later.

I knew that because I stayed awake for hours until I just wasn’t able to and fell asleep. And then for the next two days, I was practically non-existent.

It wasn’t so bad, though. I’d finally decided to register for online classes and had basically just been trying to prepare myself and my mind for when I’d start next month.

And asides that, I’d also been researching facilities that my sister could’ve possibly been in.

And for a moment, I thought I found one.

I’d ordered an uber and found my way to the lo