I was still sitting on the floor when the knock came.

My back was pressed against the bed frame, knees pulled up to my chest, staring at nothing. I'd been like this for hours, my mind spinning in circles trying to figure out what had gone so wrong.

"Come in," I called out, my voice hoarse.

The door opened and Michele walked in carrying a paper bag that smelled like food. His ice-blue eyes swept over me, taking in my position on the floor, and he pinched the bridge of his nose with his free ...