Chapter 34. Do Not Disturb

Tessa’s POV

The hotel room is nicer than my dorm, my aunt’s house, and every apartment I’ve ever been in, combined.

Mrs. Fallon booked it on her own credit card and refused to let me pay her back. Seventh floor. A king bed with about eleven pillows. A window over Cambridge Street with the hospital lights glowing two blocks away, close enough that I could walk there in four minutes if my phone rang.

It’s Wednesday, October fourteenth. 8:30 p.m. Darcy texted me a selfie an hour ago, making a face at a cup of broth, with the caption GO TO SLEEP OR I WILL HAUNT YOU.

I haven’t gone to sleep.

I’ve showered, washed my hair, put on the softest sweatshirt I own and then taken it off and put on a different one, and then taken that one off too, and now I’m standing in front of the mirror in a T-shirt and leggings, wondering what I’m doing.

I don’t really want to be alone.

I sent that. I sent that to Wyatt Cooper at 11:30 last night, from