One Night Stand series
Gone.
And it killed me.
It was raining the night I broke.
Two weeks since I’d last seen her. Two weeks of pretending I didn’t care. Two weeks of silence that felt like a lifetime.
And then, I saw her.
Through my windshield, under the yellow streetlight, standing outside her building, soaked to the skin. Her hair clung to her face, her arms wrapped around herself, and she looked… lost.
I couldn’t breathe.
Before I knew it, I was out of the car, walking through the downpour, heart pounding.