43: Is this heaven?

SCARLETT

The curse of a sleepless night was upon me.

And no, not the type where I stare at the ceiling for hours until it fades into blurry hallucinations and I drift to sleep. This was the worst kind when no position seemed comfortable, my eyes stung when I closed them, and I kept tossing and turning like a maniac.

Strangely, it was all because I was so worried about Ken. After he lied to my face, I’d convinced myself that I no longer felt pity for him and whatever fate he met, but when I texted him to rant about how I knew he was lying and it didn’t deliver for hours, I started to panic.

I’d called him countless times too, and since the Ken I knew always kept his phone on, I knew that being redirected to voicemail meant something bad had happened.

Earlier, during dinner, I was unable to eat a single bite and Blake had pleaded with me to eat after assuring me that everything would be fine and I was just spiraling. Normally, I’d take Blake’s word as gospel, but a feeling tearing at me