Chapter Twenty-Nine
I sleep through my alarm the next morning and wake up ten minutes before my first lecture begins. “Crap,” I mumble, dropping my phone back onto the desk. I lie in bed for another few minutes, listening to the rain outside—don’t think about Noah—then force myself out of bed. I shuffle out to the landing—don’t think about Noah—find a small tub of yoghurt in the fridge Carmen and I share, and sit on the edge of my bed while eating it and staring at the paper heart on my pinboard. Not the one from Damien. I pulled that off and threw it away weeks ago. I’m staring at the one from—
Don’t think about Noah.
But I can’t focus on anything else. He’s there all the time, in every thought that passes through my mind. The coffee shop visits—
Best French toast in the world.
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