I didn’t sleep much that night, I just laid in bed with my eyes open, staring at the ceiling, thinking about everything. My heart felt heavy and noisy with different thoughts running through it.
Carson didn’t come to bed, although I didn’t tell him not to… but he knew I needed space.
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By morning, I stepped out of the room. Carson was on the couch, sitting with his hands together, elbows on his knees. He looked tired, like he hadn’t slept either.
He stood when he saw me.
“Good morning,” he said, softly.
“Morning,” I replied.
We stood there in silence for a moment.
Then I sat on the couch and he sat too, but not too close.
“I’m sorry,” he said.
I nodded. “I know,”I replied.
He sighed. “I should’ve told you everything from the start. About Bridget. About the fake engageme
