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I was too drained.
He ripped his mouth off mine. “End of argument.”
“We weren’t arguing,” I muttered.
He placed a finger to my lips and shook his head.
I batted his hand away. “I slept for a while earlier, so I’ll stay up with Penelope while you rest. Then I’ll sleep when you wake up.”
He appeared uncertain, as if he didn’t want to leave her alone. Neither did I. We’d almost lost her today. I couldn’t risk her being alone for one second.
“Fine.”
I blinked at him. He’d given in that easily?
He scooted around me and kissed Penelope’s forehead. Then he kissed mine.
AnI love yougot stuck in the back of my throat. I did love him. But it felt too overwhelming at the moment. I couldn’t give it the attention it required.
His stare was soul-searching. What did he see? Was he watching the pieces of me transform? I wasn’t the same person I’d been this morning.
I didn’t know who I was, only that I felt out of body. Like the pieces inside didn’t fit in my skin.
Somehow, I was showing him that without saying a word.
Maybe he could make sense of it. I certainly couldn’t.
He touched my cheek, his gaze open and honest. Then he was gone.
His absence was acute even though he was only a room away. How had I grown to depend on him so quickly?
I’d handled every hurdle on my own for as long as I could remember.
Now, I ran to Kane with every little problem. That seemed like weakness, but that wasn’t what I was feeling. I drew strength from Kane.
Everything else around us was making me weak.
I needed Penelope back. I was a patient person, but I wasn’t sure how much more I could take. Which was selfish. She was the one suffering. I was a bystander.
I was used to taking action. This was unfamiliar and excruciating.
Did everyone losing their mind feel it happening?
I felt like I was on the verge of snapping and powerless to stop it.
Where is that stupid phone?
I hadn’t seen the device in days. Maybe everything about me wasn’t changing.
I wanted todosomething.
My anger and worry weren’t good for Penelope. Not good for any of us.
I spotted Kane’s phone on the coffee table. It tempted and taunted me.
Unable to resist its pull, I picked it up, surprised there was no password. He had dozens of missed calls and messages.
I searched his contacts until I found the one I was looking for and typed out a message.
