Chapter 142
Bella
Sleep was my only refuge from the storm inside me. The entire plane ride home, I sank into its heavy embrace, slipping deeper and deeper until everything—London, Ace, all of it—faded away. When I finally stepped into my apartment, the weight of everything threatened to crush me. So, I did what I knew best: I swallowed a couple of sleeping pills. The haze settled over me like a blanket, shielding me from reality. I couldn’t face what happened in London. I couldn’t even begin to think about the pain that had torn through me when I saw Ace, when I realized how wrong it all went. The numbness was easier to handle than the suffocating ache clawing at my chest.
There was no point in revisiting it. I shouldn’t have gone. Going there was a mistake, just like the mistake I made
