Chapter One Hundred And Twenty One
The next morning, the soft gray light of dawn crept slowly through the windows of my bedroom. I was already wide awake, lying completely still on my back and staring blankly up at the white ceiling. I had been awake for hours, my mind turning over the painful memory of Khalid’s cold, robotic voice from the day before. The bed felt incredibly large, cold, and empty without his massive frame occupying the space beside me.
Just as I was about to finally force myself out of bed to face another grueling day, the sudden, loud ring of my phone broke the heavy silence of the room.
My heart skipped a beat. I reached out with a trembling hand and picked it up from the nightstand. The caller ID flashed his name boldly across the screen.
Khalid.
I took a deep,
