The week had been hard.
Get up, go to work, maybe eat lunch, go home, crawl into bed, rinse and repeat.
I never ate dinner, so it didn’t surprise me when after a week my clothes were loose.
I didn’t care. I stopped caring. Caring took too much effort and caring for someone took everything.
Emmett, Kate, and Garrett had gone to referring to him as “the asshat”. They didn’t talk about him much, which was ok because I didn’t want to talk about him or talk at all.
So I stopped.
No more talking.
No more smiling, no more caring, no more mask.
No more Bella.