Chapter 31 Humiliation And Heartache

• Standing in front of the hotel feels like standing at the edge of a cliff. I thought I had left this place behind for good—along with everything it represented.
• I should be in my tiny apartment, curled up in my bed. Instead, I’m staring at the glowing "Wildwood Hotel" sign, the place I swore I’d never step foot in again. My stomach churns, and I clench my fists. A part of me—a part I hate—is craving to see Elijah again. His name alone sends a shiver down my spine.
• I hate myself for it.