Rowan
I stood up and went into the bathroom to take a shower. I needed a minute away from his words, his truths. They were ripping my heart open. I read letter after letter and it was like watching a car crash, but in slow motion. His letters were taking on a slight desperation now. And even though I had never seen them before, I felt guilty because it was my fault. I wasn’t answering, and he was spiralling because of it.
I pressed my head against the cold glass. The hot water was pounding against my back, but my mind was still stuck on the letters. His sadness. Our missed connection.
Missed connection? Nix was pressed against the barrier, as was Megan. They hadn’t left my side since I started in on the pile. They seemed to know more than they let on.
She means they had a chance, but
