Chapter 113. Love Hard

June POV

It’s been a week since the burial. Seven long, sleepless days that blur together like one endless, gray night.

I still can’t sleep. Every time I close my eyes, my mind loops—if I had gone home earlier... if I had listened to that voice in my chest whispering to call her... maybe I would’ve found out she was sick. Maybe I could’ve taken care of her. Maybe we would’ve fixed things—buried the past before I had to bury her.

But I didn’t. Those damn envelopes blinded me, made me think she was doing fine.

I push the blanket off and drag myself out of bed. The floor is cold against my feet as I shuffle toward the bathroom. When I look in the mirror, I almost don’t recognize the reflection staring back. My face looks gaunt, hollowed out by grief. My eyes are swollen, ringed with purple shadows, and my lips are cracked. I lean closer, pressing my fingers to the glass as if that could make her—me—look alive again.

My stomach growls, a low, painful