Rain.
The hallway of my apartment building has never felt longer. Every step I take toward my door feels like I’m dragging a hundred pounds of lead behind me.
My hands are shaking so violently that I fumble with my keys for a full minute, before I get it into the lock.
Finally, the door swings open. I step inside and lean back against the heavy wood, closing my eyes as the silence of my own home rushes to meet me.
I did it. I looked at the man I had worshipped for the better part of a decade and spat in his lying face.
God, I even slapped him.
I slapped Colt.
The words sink in. Never in my life would I have thought such a day would come but seeing him there with Lila.
It just finally broke everything. There was fire in my veins.
But now, in the stillness of my living room, the fir
