Chapter 23: Dahlia

Each sentence landed on my face like a match being struck."And you said my name in your sleep."

I said nothing.

"More than once."

My nails found my palm.

"Don't remember?"

No. I didn't remember. I genuinely, completely did not remember, and the fact that he knew that and was saying it anyway said everything about what kind of morning this was going to be.

"I was drunk," I said. My voice came out drier than I intended, which was the only victory available to me. "Things that happen when you