And staying might break me.
CHAPTER
TEN
Liam
I hear a door close, and I look out into the room and don’t see her. I wipe the water off my face and clear the glass to see better. “Alie?”
No response.
“What the fuck?” I turn off the water and grab a clean towel from the bar next to the shower. “Alie!” I yell out louder.
I don’t bother drying off, but I wrap the towel around my waist and run into the room.
She’s gone.
I jog over to the door and pull it open. The hallway is empty. “Goddamn it!”
How is this possible?She said she would wait for me. I know I didn’t imagine what happened last night and again this morning. I step back into the room, and the door slams behind me.
I look around the room, looking for any sign of her. Maybe she had to leave, and she left me her number. But the only evidence of her being here are the rumpled bedsheets and theRockefeller Christmas tree ornament she picked out last night that sits next to my phone on the small table.
“Fuck.” I sit down in one of the chairs and lean my head back, resting it on the cushion.
Maybe I was just a fling to her after all.
EPILOGUE
EIGHT WEEKS LATER
Alie
I pace my small bathroom in my office as the timer on my phone winds down to zero. I close my eyes and take a deep breath in. As I exhale, I open my eyes and look down at the long white stick resting on the counter next to the sink.
Two pink lines.
“Oh. Fuck.”
TO BE CONTINUED …
