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Chapter Thirty-Two

It was the best he could do.

Rory couldn’t even look at his phone. He knew Luke had been calling, but the thought of talking to Luke made him want to vomit. It was one thing to tell someone what had happened. It was one thing to have seen a few graphic photo stills.

The video was like it had just happened all over again. Shit he didn’t remember or even know about…

He made sure the curtains were pulled, the lights down, and he toed off his boots and curled onto the bed. He knew that he couldn’t run forever, but he could hide for right now.

His phone rang again—Pop this time, and he just turned his phone off.

Then he turned on the TV for noise before going to the shower. He opened both complimentary bars of soap, the one from the sink and the one from the tub. He was going to scrub all his skin away .

He didn’t know if it would help, if he was ever going to get clean, but he had to try.

The nice thing about a hotel was pretty much endless hot water and no one to interrupt you. He had so many apologies to make, so many hurts to soothe, but all he wanted to do right now was forget what he hadn’t remembered.

He closed his eyes once he stepped into the spray, tilting his head up so water washed over his face. That way, if tears joined the spray, who would know?