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.

last night after we got home. The three of us spent the

the

had made a beeline right for me-not even asking how Aden was

stairs as Aden got himself patched up and Hudson-well, I didn't

to my room and run a bath for me, stripping me of my clothes while I continued shaking. Then she

using a cup to pour water over my head like a little kid. "Shh, baby," she

passively, that the water turned a little

of course. Aden's. I couldn't stop staring

for the spring, but so, so comfortable against my skin-and

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head. Then, intuiting that I, wanted

disappeared.

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

have been

en

noon the next day before

eyes, expecting to see Hudson or Jayde there, or the housekeeper, or the

life when I see

sweater and black

says, stern but not

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

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