HAZEL That night, I didn't bother going back to the bedroom. I couldn't. I found a couch downstairs and curled up there instead. Thankfully, Harris didn't come looking for me. For once, he left me alone.When I woke up the next morning, I realised there was a blanket draped over my body. I stared at it. I didn't know how to feel about that.A part of me knew it was supposed to be a kind gesture. But another part of me couldn't forget everything else. So I pulled it off and threw it aside.I stayed there, sitting on the couch, not making any effort to move until Harris finally came looking for me."Good morning," he said brightly.He walked toward me like everything was normal. Like we were still us, like nothing had happened. He leaned down, attempting to kiss me. I immediately turned my face away. The rejection was obvious. He noticed, and He didn't like it. But he didn't say anything."Breakfast is ready," he said instead. "Do you want to have it in the kitchen, in the dining room,
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