Chapter One Hundred And Fifty One
The years kept rolling by, but a small part of the past never truly died. No matter how happy I was in Manchester, and no matter how much my life had improved, I still had one secret habit that I could not break. Every single Sunday night, after Chase was fast asleep in his bed and the apartment was completely quiet, I would sit on the living room couch with my laptop.
I would open a private browser window, type his name into the search bar, and wait for the results to load.
I checked for updates about Khalid constantly. For five long years, it was the only time I let myself look back at the life I had left behind in Chicago. I did not do it out of anger anymore, and I did not do it because I wanted to cry. I did it because he was the father of my son,
