The Past Is in the Past
That was why, no matter how cruel he had been, I had never once considered deleting his contact.
But after what he did at his birthday banquet, I realized it was no longer necessary. He had moved forward without looking back, so I wasn't going to keep myself trapped in the past.
…
Spencer stayed by my side as I searched for an apartment, built my résumé, and looked for jobs. He even helped me clean the new place.
We didn't talk much as we were each quietly focusing on our own tasks. Then, the doorbell rang.
I assumed Spencer had ordered something again, so I opened the door—only to find Zeke standing there.