Chapter 48

Chapter Forty-Eight

KAYLEE

Irest my head against the window and watch the clouds roll by.

It's strange. I'm empty. But my thoughts have nowhere to go.

My head is only more of a mess.

Brendon insisting I shouldn't love him.

Emma calling me a liar.

Grandma promising she's fine.

I pull out my Kindle and try to read. The words are fuzzy. They're nothing. They're pointless.

This isn't happening.

I find my journal—the one he bought for me. And I put my purple pen to the page.

None of this makes sense.

I let my thoughts pour from my fingers.

And I don't stop until I don't feel anything anymore.

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