She looks around the kitchen, confused and tired. “I need some room to process, Jacob.”
The pain in my chest is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. It’s far worse than any physical pain.
“You still have nightmares,” I state, an accusing edge to my voice. I thought they’d stopped when she stopped texting me in the middle of the night a year ago.
She presses her lips together. “Yes,” she whispers. “Every night.”
I move towards her. “Then stay with me. I’ll help.” I want to demand why she stopped messaging me but now isn’t the time.
A tormented expression crosses her beautiful features before her blue eyes glaze over.
“Talk to me, Maddie. What is it?”
“Nothing. I need to go.”
She picks up her small clutch bag and mask and heads out into the chilly night wearing nothing but a summer dress.