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I look at the empty bed, realizing it’s stripped completely bare and I didn’t even think to grab a pillow.
Perfect.
“I have a basket of blankets,” Addison says quickly, going back to her corner and grabbing a woven basket she keeps between her bed and the door. She brings the basket over to me and holds it up. “Take whatever you need.”
“Thank you,” I say softly. “I hate to ask, but you don’t happen to have an extra pillow, do you?”
“Of course I do. I even have an extra Squishmallow if you want one.”
I crack the tiniest smile. “I’m okay, but thanks.”
“You sure?” she asks, reaching back and holding up a cute fluffy cow. “He’ll be lonely over here anyway.”
“Well… if you’re going to twist my arm, I guess I could use a cuddle buddy.”
She hands me the stuffed animal, and I tell her, “Thank you so much.”
She knows I mean for much more than the Squishmallow, but she plays it cool. “Of course. If you don’t need anything else, I’m going to get back in bed. I have a sadistic professor who creates equally sadistic pop quizzes every Tuesday, and I need some sleep to be ready for it.”
“Of course. Go to sleep. I’m gonna do that, too.”
“Good. Don’t forget to set your alarm if you need to.”
“Oh. I’m glad you said that,” I murmur, looking around. “Did I even bring my phone?”
“It’s on your desk. If you need to borrow a charger, there’s a purple lightning cord in the top right drawer of my desk.”
“Thank you. You’re a lifesaver.”
“No problem at all. G’night, Brynn.”
“Good night.”
Chapter Thirty-nine
Brynn
Sleep is impossible.
I toss and turn on the twin bed, fighting memories and heartache and acting as if the perfect position in bed will make them go away.
If there is a magic position that does that, I don’t find it.
I give up trying to sleep when I hear Addison get up, but I close my eyes because I’m not ready to talk, either.
If I just lay here and don’t disturb anything, I don’t have to feel anything. I don’t have to relive waking up to the sound of voices raised in the other room. I was afraid at first, but the light was on. A burglar or vengeful Rho Kappa would probably work in the dark, right?
I took my phone off charge and climbed out of bed, checking around the room for I wasn’t even sure what.
And I found Killian’s phone face-down on the floor by the wall. That was weird, so I picked it up.
As soon as the screen lit up, I saw texts from two different numbers, both of them saying they were Sloane. Then I saw a call from the number he must have had saved for her in his phone, and it was so confusing because why would Killian have Sloane Whitley’s phone number saved in the first place?
Then I moved closer to the door, and I found out why.
My heart squeezes painfully, and I reprimand myself for thinking about it.
We’re not supposed to do that.
