#Chapter 250 Bad Beginnings

I lay on the bed I shared with Noah, curled up on my side. My hair hung, tangled and unbrushed, in my face. My pajamas clung to me like a second skin. I had not left our apartment—or even changed out of my pajamas—for several days. I barely even left our bedroom. All I did was lie on our bed, eat just enough to stave off starvation, and use the facilities. I wished that I hadn’t run into those women in the laundry room. Maybe then I wouldn’t have learned that Andrew and Princess Aurora had taken their engagement public. Maybe I wouldn’t want the patchwork quilt beneath me to turn into a blackhole and suck me out of existence. I had known that Andrew was engaged before—how couldn’t I with that huge engagement ring on his hand?—but it hadn’t really hit me until those women in the laundry room showed me the video of the press conference in which they announced it to the world. They looked so happy together—Andrew and Princess Aurora—and Princess Aurora seemed so confident by Andrew’s