I didn't sleep a single minute.

Not one.

By the time the sky began to lighten, I was still sitting upright in bed, my back against the headboard, arms folded tightly across my chest. Every time I closed my eyes, I heard it again - her voice. Oh, Damian, faster... followed by laughter. It replayed in my head like a cruel recording I couldn't shut off.

I hated that I could still feel something.

That my chest still clenched when I remembered the way he used to look at me.

That I still ...