That evening
It’s just past ten in the evening. Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, the city stretches out in a blurred grid of rain-slicked neon and headlights, shrouded in the heavy fog rolling off the ocean.
Jade and Mayhem left about an hour ago. They didn't yell, which was almost stranger than if they had. Mayhem had just stood by the kitchen island, looking big and exhausted, waiting for her to finish wiping down her glass before asking if she’d go for a drive with him.
Jade had looked at him for a long, quiet moment, set her towel down, and grabbed her jacket.
Now, it’s just me.
I’m sitting on the far end of the long leather sofa, my knees pulled up under a thick knit blanket, holding a mug of tea that went cold thirty minutes ago. I haven't turned on any lights. The only il
