Chapter 250 Bad Beginnings

I lay on the bed I shared with Noah, curled up on my side. My hair hung, tangled and unbrushed, in my face. My pajamas clung to me like a second skin. I had not left our apartment—or even changed out of my pajamas—for several days. I barely even left our bedroom. All I did was lie on our bed, eat just enough to stave off starvation, and use the facilities.