I pushed myself off the floor, my knees trembling under my weight, but I managed to drag myself to the bathroom, letting the tap run before splashing water on my face.
I shut my eyes tight, refusing to look at the mirror. I was not ready to see how shattered or broken I was. Instead, I washed my face thoroughly and padded back to the room.
However, I left for the kitchen but paused, glancing at the other doors as I passed.
I was vaguely aware of Micah telling me that his mother still lived there, and under normal circumstances, I would have gone to meet her and familiarize myself with the family.
But if his sister already knew, there was every probability his mother knew, and I was not ready to incur her wrath anytime soon. Although, it was painful enough that all the plans I had of us
