Chapter 59

Olivia Martins

The room was too quiet without him.

I sat curled on the couch, knees to my chest, wrapped in one of the soft blankets I’d found at the foot of the bed. The lights were dimmed low, casting a golden glow across the walls, but it did nothing to warm the emptiness of the space. I had changed into my pajamas, an old cotton tank and shorts that suddenly felt too thin for how cold the room had gotten.

I checked the time again. It was well past midnight.

He hadn’t come back.

I told myself I didn’t care. That I didn’t expect him to. But that didn’t stop my eyes from darting to the door every time I heard a footstep in the hallway. Every creak of the wood. Every distant voice. I waited. Hoped.

Nothing.

I didn’t know what I’d expected. For him to remember me in a rush? Pull me close? Did I push him too much?

Was he…with her?

I swallowed hard and stood, pacing to the edge of the room and back again. My fingers twisted i