Chapter 4

Chapter 4

The door clicked shut behind Celeste, but she could still hear Marcus's ragged breathing through the walls.

Twenty-three days until she never had to see this again.

Twenty minutes later, Celeste's chest began to tighten. Her breathing became shallow, each inhale feeling like she was drowning on dust. The basement air was thick with dust and mold—triggers she'd forgotten about in her haste to move downstairs.

Her asthma inhaler was still in the Luna suite. She'd left it on the nightstand when she'd moved out.

Gasping, she stumbled back upstairs. The medication was a matter of life and…