Chapter 68: Madison

A week had trickled by, each day blending into the next. The whole time I stayed with Killian in his apartment, a temporary escape from the world that seemed to be crumbling around me. 

I had rescheduled my doctor’s appointment, postponing it by a few days. I still needed some time to try and put myself together—or at least feel like I could step outside and back into reality again. Which was an achievement I was beginning to believe more and more unattainable with each passing day. 

Killian’s beautiful couch held an imprint in the shape of my body by now, a testament to the hours I’d spent curled up here, tears staining the cushions. Messages, none of which were from Noah, kept popping up on my phone in a steady stream, their words twisting in my stomach, but I couldn’t muster the energy to care. They were just another drop in an ocean of misery.