Chapter 22

Audrey’s P.O.V.

Sitting alone in this apartment has never been harder. He just left. He fucking walked out, slammed the door, and left.

See why I didn’t want to tell him? He's unstable.

I fidget in my seat, trying to keep my hands busy, my thoughts distracted. Jace texted me, to let me know that Drew is there. It’s a small mercy knowing he went to him. But it’s cold comfort. The kind that doesn’t last long.

The second I hear the front door creak open, my heart vaults to my throat.

He steps inside, wordless, and heads straight for the couch. He drops down like the world just dropped on top of him.

“I’m going to sit here,” he says, voice low but hard with steel, “and you’re going to talk. I’ll listen to what you have to say. I... think I can do that.”

I nod slowly, my pulse thrumming like a warning bell. “Okay.”

He stares at the floor, jaw tight. “Are you married, Audrey?”