Chapter 43

When Siana woke up the next day it was with a headache and a stomach full of anger. She’d had dreams about her ex all night, his sweet lying words still breathed in her head, and they hurt. She sat up and tried to shake it off. Tried to shake off the existential dread that had come with the dreams, the feeling that nothing was right or would ever be right again. She was away, she was building her own life and she was going to be happy again if she had to squeeze it out like blood from a stone.