#Chapter 44 – All Day Alone

All day, I try to keep my mind busy. All day I fail, and my eyes continually drift back to the door, even as I clean the entire kitchen from the mess of baking yesterday. Even as I clear up the entire mess we made of Christian’s room last night and then go on a laundry rampage, washing every single semi-dirty article of cloth that I can find in the house. Because, I mean, where is he? Where did he go? Is he mad at me? Did I – did we go too far? Should I have made myself get up in the middle of the night and gone back to my room? But how could I have done that – how can he be mad at me for not doing that? I scowl, glancing over at the door, thinking that I certainly didn’t make him wrap his arms around me in the middle of the night – “You need to stop,” Frankie murmurs from his place beside me on the couch. His eyes are focused on the TV as he plays his video games, but clearly he’s attuned to the anxiety buzzing through me. “Stop what?” I ask, pausing as I fold a deliciously warm