Since the moment he’d shown up, I’d wanted nothing more than for Holt to leave so I could go back to the normal I’d created for myself. It was safe. But it was also slowly killing me. Like drinking a little bit of poison every day. Seeing Holt again had reminded me of how I’d used to live. How we could find fun in the silliest and simplest things. How at peace I’d once felt. It hurt like hell to remember that, but it was so much worse to pretend that it hadn’t existed at all.
