I sent a text to Ethan on Wednesday morning, letting him know that I was free on Saturday.
I didn't think about it for too long before I sent it, because thinking too much had already talked me out of it twice. Damien had been avoiding me for three days, moving around the house like I was something he didn't want to see. And I had spent those same three days repeating seven words over and over in my head, until they had become stuck in my mind and overshadowed everything else. It was like they had carved a path in my brain, and I couldn't think of anything else. I was tired of letting fear hold me back, so I decided to take a chance. Those seven words had been echoing in my mind for what felt like an eternity, and I needed to do something about it.
I really think I should have put a stop
