Dear Rosie - Page 210
I don’t want Nathan to wake up alone.
ONE HUNDRED THIRTY-NINE
NATE
Something hard hits the bridge of my nose.
“Shit,” I groan and roll onto my back.
Charles leans over my face and meows.
It’s so loud I wince.
“Fuck, man, give me a moment.”
I look at the ceiling, early morning light filling the room.
And then it all comes crashing back.
The night before.
The letter.
The fucking heartbreak.
Charles meows again.
I reach for him, not wanting him to wake up Rosie.
I turn my head to the side.
Where’s Rosie?
I sit up.
Charles bumps his head into my elbow.
The bathroom lights are off.
The bedroom door is shut.
Where…?
My eyes move to my clothes on the floor.
Just my clothes.
I scramble out of bed.
Where’s the letter?
I toss my pants and shirt aside, but the letter isn’t under them.
I stride into the bathroom, double-checking.
Why didn’t I burn that fucking letter?
My heart starts to pound.
