Divorce? Never Letting Go!
He has this look— eyebrows all scrunched up, like he's surprised to see me here.
“You know with how you've been about this, it surprises me that you're still here,”
My gaze drops. “What do you mean?”
“You got my text, didn't you?”
I narrow my eyes, confused. “What text?”
He eyes me cautiously.
I take a shuddering breath, taking a step closer, throat dry. “What text, Alex?”
He pulls his phone out, scrolls through and hands it over.
My brows lifts.
Alex: I shouldn't be doing this, but this is for Tamara's sake, not you. She's in Boston, her grandmother's cottage. Find her,”