Chapter 62. Rock, Rock Bottom

BELLADONNA 

It has been three weeks. 

Three weeks since everything went to hell, and I could barely remember how I’d made it through them. Work has swallowed me whole, meetings, reports, numbers, faces that I didn't care to remember. All of that just blurred into one huge stretch of nothingness. 

I hadn't thought of him much. Or at least that’s what I try to tell myself. 

But there would be silence between tasks, those rare moments where I could take a break, and my thoughts would wander and stray. I would find myself glancing at the clock, wondering what he was doing, if he had eaten, if he was getting enough sleep, if he still hated me, if the wounds I had inflicted on him were still fresh, if he regretted showing me that look of hurt that day. 

And every time I thought of him, the gap in my chest would widen and I would grow more hollow. 

I have lost him, and I have also lost Gianna. Just when I had her as my frien