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Relationships certainly didn’t.
It was time for me to take a step back and stop blaming myself for everything. Otherwise, I’d be sitting here, staring at countless more meals, wondering what I had done wrong this time.
I didn’t want endless meals with faceless men.
I just wanted Killian.
The last minute or so of my mind-blowing epiphany had been spent running around, trying to find a matching pair of shoes. It might have actually taken longer than sixty seconds.
I really needed to organize my shoes.
Racing down to my car, I realized I didn’t have one.
He’d taken it.
The nonconfrontational part of me gave a little sigh of relief and opted to go back upstairs. If he had taken my car, surely, he was planning on returning, right?
I could just eat ice cream until he came back.
I immediately shut that idea down and got into action.
Sitting on the couch, eating ice cream, was not how one went about claiming her new life. Although it did sound like a good option for afterward.
Grabbing my cell phone from my purse, I opened the handy little app Jane had downloaded the last time she came to town, and within minutes, a nice man named John arrived, ready to take me wherever I needed to go.
I reminded myself to thank Jane in a future call.
Giving him directions to the other side of town, I said a silent prayer that Killian would be there.
Because I hadn’t given much thought to where he actually might be.
Not that he’d given many hints when he stormed out of my apartment. But I was going with my gut, and it was telling me to go to the crappy hotel across town.
Why?
It was where I would have gone, and ever since he’d gotten that note from Liam, he hadn’t been the same. He’d tried to brush it off, playing the cool and collected older brother, but I could see the worry in his face.
This wasn’t typical behavior for Liam.
Thankfully, John left me to my thoughts, and soon, we arrived at the shabby hotel Killian had once called home. I thanked John, making sure he received a nice tip, and then I headed for the entrance.
The girl I’d become close with early on was off tonight, and instead, there was an older-looking gentleman behind the counter.
He gave me a gentle nod as I briskly walked toward the elevators, not bothering to check in. I knew where I was headed.
One silent elevator ride later, and I was almost there.
The room Killian and Liam had been occupying was the farthest from the elevator, but I knew there was something wrong before I got halfway down the hall.
The door was wide open.
My walk turned into a run, and I sprinted into the room.
Clothes were everywhere. Furniture was flipped over, lamps were broken, and paper had been thrown about.
And in the midst of it was Killian hunched over on the bed, looking lost and alone.
“What happened?” I asked softly.
