Two weeks later.
Two weeks since Asher left.
Two horrible weeks of feeling numb inside, the sins of my past and present crawling along my skin, reminding me every second that I’d lost my way. And Ezra didn’t make matters any better. Emptiness swallowed me with every touch he etched into my body, every kiss he granted me, each time he told me he loved me. Killing me inside.
At first, I’d resisted, displaying my utter despise for him. Screaming and shouting and slamming doors like a teenager. We’d fight on every occasion, an uncontrollable rage awakening in me that couldn’t be suppressed any longer. Now, it was only us left. To think, when I moved here, all I wanted was my mother to be out of the picture, to hurt, to be tormented the way I’d been. And now, I’d stolen her husband, driven a
