Chapter 30

Tayla sulked alone on the lumpy couch at her cabin in front of a dying fire, a cold cup of tea on the side table and her gratitude journal lying open on her lap.

A blank page stared back at her. Taunting her.

Think of one positive thing…

Peering over her shoulder, she scowled at the bright, cloudless sky through the paneled glass windows. Golden rays streamed through the drawn curtains, as though the sun mocked her, its warmth seeping onto the leather couch and across her lap.

She snatched the pen and scrawled in the journal.

Dear stupid journal,

The sun rose again today, as though nothing had ever happened. As if the entire world hadn’t fallen off its axis and gone tumbling into this black hole. I hate it now, more and more each day.

Its warmth reminds me of…him.