The entire week goes by uneventfully. Every morning, I go to the bakery to work, leaving only when the sun has already set, and go back home to focus on my novel, which is miraculously halfway done by now.
It is the only thing keeping me excited after my bitter argument with Spencer on Sunday. I haven’t talked to him at all since, and he hasn’t tried to contact me either. Not that I was expecting him to. He made it pretty obvious that he was mad and done with me when he walked away from me that night.
Poppy, Lauren, and even Chad tried to snoop around, separately cornering me to see if I would blurt something out, but I wasn’t ready to tell them that I screwed everything up. In fact, I’m not ready to face the new reality of my life yet—that being that I have no idea if Spencer and I are
