My mind was exhausted as I stumbled into my bedroom after putting Mace to bed. I couldn't even dare to look at Ethan. He was still mad at me. But more than that, he was mad at himself for the most part. And this was something he was not willing to accept.
I climbed in and briefly shot him a glance. He was reading some boring looking non-fiction and didn't seem to notice my presence at all. Sighing, I turned on my side and stared blankly at the floor. Last night was so good and after such a long time. Why was it that after one good thing happens to me a hundred bad things befall in return? When was this going to end? Will it even ever end? Or do I have to carry this baggage called Tristan Jacques for the rest of my life? I was exhausted. I wanted peace. I wanted my old life back again.
