Kaitlin's POVMy boyfriend, Julian Hayes, missed what I said yet again. "Yeah, yeah, fine. Just hurry over. Sophie's waiting to wash up."The line went dead.I stood outside the guesthouse, clutching my phone. On my map, that 12-mile route looked like an impossible abyss.I hauled the suitcases forward, one by one.My hands were raw, burning hot from gripping the handles too tightly.Before I'd even gone 100 yards, I stopped and leaned against a wall.I unlocked my phone and opened my chat with Julian.I typed a few words and deleted them. Then I typed a few more and deleted those too.Finally, I sent, "I'm not coming."Nearby, a neon sign for a small motel flickered in the dark. I dragged my luggage over.The room was tiny, and the sheets were slightly damp.The moment the door shut, the world went quiet.I sat on the edge of the bed, staring at my torn palms. Suddenly, I recalled my birthday last year.Julian had promised to take me out to dinner, but the second Sophie
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