Micah never came back again, not even when the light had fallen upon us and the dark crawled up the window. I was left alone in a bed that was too large for me, the white sheet now a dull brown color just like my heart, and I took a deep breath.
I tossed around the king-size bed, unwilling to take any step outside, not when I was at the risk of running into his sister or his mother. If his sister had hated me that much, only the goddess knew how much the mother would, and I was not willing to test that theory.
My finger slipped under the pillow, looking for the device I always used, the presence that was the only thing that would ease my soul, but no disappointment could tell what I felt when it came back empty.
There was no means of communication between my family or my friends. My mat
