SaraI stood in Rowan’s bathroom with the water still dripping off me, staring at my face in the mirror like I was waiting for it to argue back. My cheek looked like someone had slapped a strawberry across it. Swollen, hot, ugly. I poked it once and immediately regretted it because it stung like hell. “Nice one, Mom,” I muttered under my breath. “Real mother of the year stuff.”Rowan had left a clean towel on the sink and one of his old black t-shirts folded next to it. I pulled it on and it hung down to my thighs like a dress. The soft fabric felt weird against my skin, too gentle or something. Like it was trying too hard. I grabbed the sweatpants he’d left too and rolled the waistband three times so they wouldn’t fall off my ass.When I stepped out, the apartment was quiet. Too quiet. No Mom yelling at Dad, no Saphira being all noisy , no doors slamming. Just the low hum of the fridge and Rowan clattering around in the kitchen like he was fighting with the cabinets.I walked down th
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