CHAPTER 81
MARA’S POV
I didn't know when but the crying had come to a stop at some point. My eyes still burned, my breath still hitched and my nose felt blocked. One hand clutched my breasts where my chest still ached like I'd been holding my stuttering breath for too long.
The tears were gone, replaced with a dull and heavy exhaustion.
We remained in silence, listening absentmindedly to the backdrop of laughter, clinking glasses and football commentary that had filled the room.
I stared down at the glass of whiskey resting on the table between us. It was still untouched, its rim reflecting the faint light from the bulb above us. My fingers were still, resting around its body. Kurt hadn't pulled it back and neither had I.
Then Kurt shifted in his seat, the motion breaking the dul
