When she attempted to call him again, all that greeted her was a robotic voice. Idania slumped against the couch, staring up at the ceiling with a bitter, sarcastic smile.
Tobias didn’t care about her at all, even after she’d told him that she was alone and in pain.
He didn’t care if she died or lived.
Several hours later, Skylar carefully crawled out of bed while Tobias was still asleep, aware that he was a light sleeper and an insomniac.
Heading for the bathroom, she picked up his toothbrush before setting it back down, remembering his OCD.
Her complicated family background had shaped her into a sensitive people-pleaser who hated making other people upset.
“Remember your roots,” her grandma always reminded her. “You don’t have the luxury to be reckless or stubborn. You should be grateful to have clothes on your back and a roof over your head.”
All those memories came flooding back to her as she stared at the reflection of the Swarovski necklace around her neck, and she chuckled.
She still didn’t know who had picked out this necklace, but she guessed that it was a woman.
There was nothing in the bathroom that belonged to her. So, she picked up some mouthwash and gargled it as best as she could.
When she went back to the bedroom, Tobias was already awake. Even in this dazed, sleepy state, he still looked as unapproachable and stoic as ever.
He glanced up at the clock. Why is she packing her stuff at six-fifteen in the morning…
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