On the outside.
And I listen to her cry.
I listen to what I’ve done.
And when the weight inside my chest makes it too hard to stand, I sit.
I sit on Tilda’s step. And I close my eyes. And I force myself to listen as everything between us breaks.
Chapter 153
Tilda
When I can’t takeit anymore, I get to my feet.
And I walk through the dark house.
I don’t look out the windows.
I don’t look for Ethan.
I go to my room.
And I crawl into bed.
Knowing this will be the last time I wear this dress.
Knowing that when I take it off, it’s really over.
That when I take off the dress I married Ethan in, I’ll never put it on again.
I curl up on top of my blankets.
My lashes are still wet when I close my eyes.
My mind still stuck on a loop of sadness and betrayal.
But eventually, exhaustion reaches out from the shadows and pulls me into unconsciousness.
And I sleep with Ethan near me.
One last time.
Chapter 154
Ethan
Something soft brushesagainst my hand, and I open my eyes.
My heart lurches, thinking it’s Tilda.
That she’s waking me up to let me in.
But it’s not her.
It’s her duck.
And I can’t sleep on Tilda’s front step.