I lay on the bed I shared with Noah, curled up on my side. My hair hung, tangled and unbrushed, in my face. My pajamas clung to me like a second skin.
I had not left our apartment—or even changed out of my pajamas—for several days. I barely even left our bedroom. All I did was lie on our bed, eat just enough to stave off starvation, and use the facilities.
I wished that I hadn’t run into those women in the laundry room. Maybe then I wouldn’t have learned that Andrew and Princess Aurora had taken their engagement public. Maybe I wouldn’t want the patchwork quilt beneath me to turn into a blackhole and suck me out of existence.
I had known that Andrew was engaged before—how couldn’t I with that huge engagement ring on his hand?—but it hadn’t really hit me until those women in the laundry
