Debbie.
I woke up feeling like a heavy weight was sitting on my chest. The weight of having three more days before I left this place, back to where I used to be—Black’s house. Or should I say, my husband’s house.
The sun was peeking through the curtains when a soft knock sounded at the door.
“Debbie? You awake?”
It was River. His voice always warm, like a blanket.
“Yeah,” I croaked out, sitting up and rubbing my eyes. “Come in.”
The door creaked open, and River stepped in, looking fresh and calm. He was wearing just a pair of loose swim trunks and a thin white shirt that was unbuttoned.
Through the thin fabric of the shirt, I could see the tattoo of my name that was sitting pretty on his skin.
My heart did a little flip. He was always so effortlessly handsome—every f*****g time. Th
