~Fallon~
I saw the calls.
I saw the texts.
And I deleted every single one of them.
Seven missed calls. Fourteen texts. Three voice notes I didn’t dare play.
Reid’s name was like poison on my screen, and every time it lit up, I flinched. Not because I didn’t want to hear from him—but because I did. Because the part of me that still ached for him—the part that hadn’t stopped aching since the first time he let me down—wanted to believe there was something in his words that would fix it.
But I didn’t want to be fixed.
I wanted to be furious.
I wanted to stay furious long enough to forget how good it felt to wake up in his arms. How safe. How whole.
I didn’t want to remember the way he’d touched me like I was something sacred. Or the way he looked at me while flipping pancakes like he finally saw a future and believed I was in it.
And yet I did.
Every damn second.
Now I was camped out on Mia’s couch, wearing the same sweatshirt for the third day in a row, surrounded by crumpled tissues and
