Chapter 208

• The journey feels endless, and the driver does not attempt conversation. Luckily Jake always insists I carry cash for emergencies, and his generosity means it’s more than I realized was even in my purse. It warms me a little knowing he put it there should I ever be caught somewhere desperate for assistance, that I had money to use. It makes me feel even more wretched for hurting him this way, for letting him think I would do that. I’m an idiot. I know this and try his phone for the hundredth time, but it’s still off. Tears pour down my cheek, and my heart aches. I have so much to make up for.
• Mathews lets me into the apartment with a warm smile and a look of concern, yet he knows his place and doesn’t ask. I know Jake hasn't been here as soon as I walk in. I can tell from the emptiness and the fact his case is sat by the kitchen counter that only his things were dropped off, and he’s never set foot back in here.
• I drag both cases to the bedroom and get ready for bed, pulling on one of his T-shirts for comfort. It’s late. Jake probably won’t be home for hours if he refuses to turn his phone back on, and, well, he assumes I’m doing God knows what with someone else. I wouldn’t be surprised if he never comes home at all. I want to find him, but I don’t know how, and all I can do until he reads my messages is wait.