*English Reading Practice*

I don’t remember when Warner left

. I don’t remember how he left or what he said. All I know is that I’ve been lying here curled up on the floor long enough.

Long enough for the tears to turn to salt, long enough for my throat to dry up and my lips to chap and my head to pound as hard as my heart.

I sit up slowly, feel my brain twist somewhere in my skull. I manage to climb onto the bed and sit there, still numb but less so, and pull my knees to my chest.

Life without Adam.