Riley
I sit on the edge of the couch in my new penthouse, my knees drawn to my chest and the faint hum of the city beyond the windows serving as the only sound in the room.
My cellphone is sitting on the coffee table and buzzes again, the screen lighting up with Damien's name. It's the fifth time he's called in the last hour.
I ignore it, my stomach twisting. I've already switched off my location tracking, not because I think Damien would force me to come back, but because I can't handle facing him right now. Not when everything feels so raw and uncertain.
The phone buzzes again. This time, a text from Lea. Are you okay? Damien's been asking about you nonstop.
I let out a shaky breath, running a hand through my hair. I can't even answer her. I can't deal with anyone right now. The weight in my chest feels unbearable, a constant ache that won't go away.
