JJ
The bedroom door clicked shut behind me, and for the first time all evening, I was alone.
The silence should have felt comforting.
Instead, it felt hollow.
For several seconds I stood with my hand still wrapped around the doorknob, listening to the muffled sounds drifting from down the hall. A television. Laughter. The low rumble of Havoc’s voice. Kinsley’s softer one answering him.
A few years ago, hearing them together would have gutted me.
Now it mostly made me tired.
That realization sat heavily in my chest as I crossed the room. Somewhere along the way, the affair had stopped feeling like a betrayal and started feeling like background noise. Just another ugly piece of a life already crowded with ugly things.
The truth was that Kinsley wasn’t what hurt.
Millie hurt.
Missi
