Chapter 27 Succession I

Klaire's P.O.V

Turning on my side, I hug my pillow, filled with an overwhelming sadness. The image of seeing him tomorrow is too much for me. I can feel my tears wanting to crawl down my face.

I can't help but wonder if did he missed me? Probably not like I've missed him. I was the one who push him away this time.

My thoughts plague me into the early hours until eventually, I fall into a fitful, exhausted sleep.

***

In the large mirror on the wall, I take a long, hard look at my face. I am my usual pale self, except for the dark circles round my too-large eyes. I look gaunt, haunted.