Chapter 59 - Donovan

Donovan

The silence gnaws at me. Every corner reminds me of Stella. Of her laugh. Her body pressed against mine. And now of her and Elaine together—like some sick fucking joke written just to break me.

I drop onto the mattress, the springs groaning under me. My phone buzzes—a text from Mac.

Mac: Slate, you’ve been sitting on those papers for months. Why not just sign them and move on?

Me: Move on? Like she did with her new fuck toy?

Mac: Man, that’s not healthy. You’re only torturing yourself.

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