Chapter 73 The Goodbye We Refuse to Speak

Giorgia Morello

As soon as he leaves the room, I throw myself onto the bed, covering my face with both hands as I cry in silence.

Heavily.

As though I’m grieving. Mourning something I’m about to lose before it’s even gone.

Because I don’t want them to miss me… because I don’t want to leave...

Login and Continue Reading