Chapter 80

Miss you.

It’s just those two words.

I stare at them for hours.

I draft a hundred different replies and delete them all. Because there is no right thing to say to the husband-who-isn’t-my-husband who-is-my-captor/enemy.

If he’s looking at his phone I’m sure he’ll see the three dots that pop up and disappear as I type and then click back to undo.

As night passes into morning, I sleep again.

It’s fitful. Filled with dreams that are more like nightmares, and memories I’ve bottled up since I was a kid.

I cry.

I curl up and try to comfort myself.

Because it’s going to take 48 hours for the results back from my lab tests.

Two days to learn if I’ll live or if I’m right back to counting down the time left with my terminal illness.

I want to live so badly.

It’s some ingrained survival instinct, sure, but when facing my own mortality, I don’t want to d ie.

and move boxes and clean up the junk that had

one is also

that

answer comes when my brother shows up

each carry a box. Really

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beta just left these at the main

pretty sure he means

to lug around both of these. The guy built

I

Liam snaps at me.

question. They’re essentially violating my privacy,

is

other hand, they’re doing it for my

your own pack won’t feed you,” Liam mutters. Then he opens the box and pulls out packages or protein bars and giant jars of peanut butter. There are sealed

it?” Adam says to me.

he’s thinking about me being locked away and starved

in your box?” I

and the components inside

pulls out knife after knife and then an

your old lover wants to arm you against your own family.”

I say

what is it

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