The house was quiet when I got home. Too quiet. The kind of silence that pressed against my skin like damp cloth, reminding me that Chase wasn’t here… or maybe he was sulking somewhere in the shadows of his guilt. Or he was fuvking his Delilah in her house or in a hotel room. Either way, I didn’t care.

I tossed my bag onto the sofa and pulled out my phone, scrolling aimlessly before finally ordering takeout. Something greasy, something heavy… food that could anchor me to the ground, ...