Chapter 125: Going Back

Tara’s POV

The walk home was silent, and the walk to our bedroom even more so.

There was nothing said between us besides actions. The creaking floorboards beneath our feet, the swinging open of a door, the closing of it as Victor allowed me to step in after him and shutting it behind me.

He sat on the bed wordlessly, and I took that as my cue to go to the bathroom first. The night air was somewhat warm—or was that me?—and the door closing behind me was an action so cold I had to place my hand over my mouth to prevent a sob.

Heartache overwhelmed me, and I found myself hunched over the sink with nausea. As quickly as that came, I shut off the side of my link, refusing to let my emotions seep into his mind and have him know how this entire situation had affected me. I felt myself move from one foot to another, from the one that was injured to the one that had not been.