CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Up in her room, Keira held her phone in her trembling hand and tried to calm her ragged breath. She dialed Shane’s number, willing him to pick up, to stop blocking her out. But he didn’t. The voicemail clicked on.
“Shane, it’s me again. I know you don’t want to speak to me but hear me out, please? There’s so much I need to say. I know there’s nothing I can say to make this okay. And I understand if you don’t accept my apology. But I really care about you, Shane. And I’m leaving tomorrow. I don’t want us to part like this, on this sour note. I need you to know how sorry I am. I wish I could go back in time and not write a single one of those awful words. I was wrong. I was being the snob you thought I was. But everything has changed now. Please, let’s talk this through.
