~SCARLETT.

It has been a week since Liam pulled me out of the pool and carried me to his suite. Seven days of feeling like a shell of myself. Seven days that should've been enough to patch me back together, or at least stop the cracks from spreading. But if anything, they had grown deeper.

I felt numb. Empty. Like I was watching my own life from the outside. I ate only because Liam forced me to.

I barely spoke. Most days, I just lay on the bed he had insisted I take while he slept on the couch, staring at the ceiling until my eyes burned. The faint swirls...