Chapter twenty nine
**Oliver West**
I didn't go downstairs for dinner. I had to lie again to Mom about being sick and weak. She allowed me to take dinner up to my room, not that I could stomach down anything, not with the heaviness that settled like tons of bricks in my stomach.
Depression. Sadness. Grief.
These were the emotions that could describe the way I felt ever since Kieran had stormed out of my room this afternoon.
Currently, I lay beneath my bed covers but sleep wouldn't come. All his hateful words from the past years kept replaying in my head.
He didn't hate me. Or at least not enough to fully hurt me.
All those words had always cut like sharp knives to my heart, but pondering over it, he had never physically harmed me.
Maybe because somewhere in his mind he still missed the old moments we shared just the way I do? I couldn't be certain my earlier words were right either.
My gaze fell on the locket resting on top of the stand.
