Chapter Eight
The library lights flicker off one by one as I pack my bag. I’ve stayed far longer than I meant to, burying myself in notes I can’t focus on. Thankfully, I have a sitter who takes Bella home from school several days of the week and stays with her until I return, so I don't need to worry about my girl.
Words have been blurring on the page the last hour, drifting into William’s voice, that one word echoing over and over: mine. I tell myself I only stayed late to get ahead on coursework, but the truth presses heavier. I was hiding. I was hiding, even though I should be home with my sister, tucking her in before heading to work the grave shift and make some extra cash on the side.
We aren't destitute financially; my parents left me behind a decent inheritance. Paired with li
