Nineteen

SYBIL EAGAN POV

Kehlani didn't come back the next day and the food she'd made sucked. It was time she stopped trying so hard because, after all her cooking disasters, it was glaringly obvious that she couldn't cook.

"This is so exhausting," I told the empty room, my patients reaching their breaking point when I couldn't find something to do. The room was clean, and I'd tried to paint only to realize that I was drawing the man I saw the night before. Why was I so consumed with a freaking stranger?

My gaze snapped towards the door, my body bustling with some current that made me anxious. I hadn't taken my pills, and I didn't want to, at least just for a day. I couldn't help the way they made me feel. It was exhausting.

I blinked, realizing that I'd taken some steps and I was standing directly in front of the door that led into the hallway.

"What am I doing?" I asked myself at the same time I wrapped my hands around the door handle. It was a war to pull it open, and my palm turned sweat