Chapter 60

Chapter 60

Brooklyn

Hudson isn't going to set me free.

Deep down, I know it, and I also know that the choice isn't his. But I weep bitter tears anyway. Next to me, I feel Aden slump in his seat.

I turn to look at him then and see him looking out the window then, more pensive than I had expected.

I watch him, his stark profile against the light of the window. He doesn't move or say anything, but he must know I'm watching.

He hangs his head, letting out a sigh. And, shocked, I note that the lines of his face match Hudson's.

Is it possible that Aden feels guilt as well?

***

The next morning, I lay in bed and stare at the ceiling for a long, long time.

I skip breakfast and no one comes up to get me, which has never happened before. I guess they're giving me my space.

I'm grateful, I guess, but overall...I just don't really care anymore. About anything.

quickly last night after we got home. The three of

arrived at the house, everyone was

beeline right for me-not even asking how Aden was

as Aden

me, stripping me of my clothes while

Baby Brooklyn," she murmured to me, using a cup to pour water over my head like a

turned a little pink from the blood washing off of

blood, of course. Aden's. I couldn't

cool, Jayde helped me out, bundled me into warm flannel pajamas-too warm for the spring, but so, so comfortable against my skin-and then tucked me into bed. Before she left, she opened a cabinet in the corner

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head. Then, intuiting that I, wanted to be

disappeared.

almost immediately. A few times in the night I got the sense that someone was watching

have

en

noon the next day before someone finally comes to get me

hear the door creak open. I rub my eyes, expecting to see Hudson or

the shock of my life when I see Aden standing in

black slacks. I've never seen him wear anything but a

but not

pillows a little, resenting his command, giving him a little

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