SLOANE
The green dress fit. I hated that it fit perfectly because that meant Damon had been paying attention even when I couldn't pay attention to myself. I stared at my reflection longer than I should have, at the hollow under my cheekbones, the shadows sitting dark beneath my eyes that no amount of water or sleep had touched in six weeks. I looked like someone who had been left out in the rain too long.
I grabbed my black cardigan, took one breath, opened the door.
Rika was walking straight toward me down the corridor.
He was in a fitted black shirt, dark jeans, sleeves pushed to his elbows, hair pushed back like he'd been dragging his hands through it all morning. He had his phone in one hand, keys in the other, jaw tight, eyes carrying that specific weight that hadn't left him in w
