This can’t be happening
Harley
Time slows to a stop as Kaz shares Joseph Kozinski’s story.
My tongue goes thick.
God, no.
This can’t be happening.
I need to sit.
I try to grip the side of the table, but it’s as if my fingers are grabbing thin air.
The pressure against my chest is excruciating.
I can’t breathe.
I can’t fucking breathe.
And then, everything goes black.
Chapter 51
Conversation over
Kazimir
Istep inside my bedroom, carrying a tray.
Harley is still curled up in a ball underneath the sheets.
I sigh.
I round the bed.
Sure enough, her eyes are open and she’s staring at the wall, the sparks in her red-rimmed eyes have dimmed to a dull, lifeless shade of green.
I’m at a loss.
I feel so helpless.
Other than not fighting me when I lifted her out of bed, carried her into the bathroom, and soaked in the tub with her, she’s been unresponsive.
I place the tray on the nightstand. “I made your favorite.” I sit on the bed and grab the bowl of mac and cheese. “Your idea of us getting to know each other when we agreed to this fake relationship arrangement came in handy.”
She’s still staring at the wall.
“I burnt the first batch. Turns out you should remain in the kitchen when you have something on the stove.”
Nothing.
“In any case, I think I did a decent job with the second batch. I made it with sharp white cheddar.” I poke a fork in the noodles. “Why don’t you sit up, and I’ll feed you?”
“I’m not hungry.” Her tone is flat, like it’s been every time she’s been willing to open her mouth.
I drop the bowl and the fork on the tray. “You haven’t eaten since yesterday. I’m worried sick. Should I call the doctor and ask him to come by again?”
