Chapter 42 – The Aftermath Of Arthur's Visit
- I still couldn’t shake the picture of Arthur’s face from my mind. The intense look he gave me when our hands touched, his words—they all replayed in my head like a relentless loop.
- I sat on the edge of my bed, staring at the wall, trying to make sense of everything that had happened out on that bridge.
- Monica, was sitting across from me, her brow furrowed in concern.