(Mira)
I didn’t sleep much.
Not because I was scared. I was past scared when it came to Nolan.
I just kept running through versions of how it’d go, what he’d say, what I’d say back, until I finally stopped trying to force sleep that wasn’t coming.
Ridge was still beside me.
He hadn’t slept much either. I knew because every time I moved, his hand moved with me like he was awake enough to notice.
Neither of us said anything for a while. We didn’t need to.
Today was already sitting between us.
I wasn’t walking into that room to prove anything to Nolan. I wasn’t going there to scream until my throat hurt or beg him to understand what he’d done.
Men like Nolan understood plenty. They just counted on everyone else being too tired, too guilty, or too scared to call it what it was.
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