Lainey POV
By the time I got home, the bathroom was behind me.
I had decided that somewhere around the hardware store. I had cried in a restroom at work for ninety seconds, washed my face, and gone back out. Nobody had noticed. It was over, and I didn't have to feel embarrassed about it anymore.
The walk was easier than it had been all week. I couldn't have said why. The road was just as dark. I only know that for the first time since Tuesday, I didn't feel alone on it, and I didn't keep my thumb on the pepper spray.
It didn't last past the front door.
The house was dark. The only light was the television, flickering blue on the living room wall with the sound turned down. Travis was on the couch on his back, with one arm hanging off the side.
I didn't count the bottles. I knew about
