Chapter 83

Ophelia

That day, after Jude and Ryker reluctantly left, I set about making the first of many changes.

Neither one of my mates wanted to go, but I couldn’t get things done with them hovering over my shoulder, constantly waiting for me to break. Little did they know I was already broken.

This was me piecing myself back together, and it was something I needed to do on my own. Letting them do it for me would’ve been easier, but it would’ve resulted in me being even more attached to them than I already was.

If Ryker could bottle all his emotions up, and Jude could funnel his into rage, then I could do the same.

First thing first, I tossed out every crumb of Dark Matter I owned. Every speck hidden in the back of the top drawer of my bedside table was thrown into the trash, consumed by the smoldering embers of what had once been my favorite sundress and jacket.

The mere scent of the herb brought me back to last night, causing me to run to the toilet before I could vomit on the floor.

I skip