He wrapped his arms around my head and kissed my lips goodnight. No words. Just locked together in the dark, flush and exhausted.
I fell asleep so easily. It was unreal. Dreams are getting better, nightmares less frequent. Waking up sporadically if at all. He is there each time, he hasn't moved.
Thirty-six messages on my phone when I wake up and Ben is gone. All of them are under Caleb's name so I delete the thread unopened and stretch. Ben comes in with coffee for us and some croissants on a plate. I am famished, ravenous but I can't choke back anything. I stick to the coffee instead.
So many messages.
I know, Bridge.
Did you read them?
No. Did you?
Bridget, I don't think I can stand by and watch this and not do something about it.
Lochlan is being just as stubborn. Why won't you let me help you?
He rolled his eyes and left again.
At noon I found his untouched coffee still on the night table so I took it down to the kitchen and poured it out.