Diane’s POVMorning light filters through the curtains like it has no right to be so gentle after everything that happened last night.I wake up with a dull headache and an ache in my chest that feels permanent. The jacuzzi water had gone cold hours ago, but I stayed in it anyway, clutching Mom’s diary like a lifeline until my fingers pruned and my eyes burned from crying. Eventually I dragged myself to bed, still wrapped in a towel, and stared at the ceiling until sleep finally claimed me out of pity.Now, the bed feels too big. Too empty. Jason’s side is untouched, the pillow still perfectly fluffed. I reach out anyway, fingers brushing the cold sheets, and the emptiness hits me all over again.I asked him to sleep elsewhere so of course he did. A part of me wishes he tried to talk me out of it but I guess he was too drunk to have a decent conversation.I force myself up, shower mechanically, and get dressed in a simple black pantsuit. I need work. If I stay here any longer, surroun
Last Updated : 2026-06-17
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