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?
No.
Bridget, I don't think I can stand by and watch this and not do something about it.
Ben-
Lochlan is being just as stubborn. Why won't you let me help you?
You are.
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.
