Callie
The whispers from the store still clung to me the next day. No matter how many times I replayed Grayson’s words—Let them talk. They don’t know a damn thing, the sting of poor Mia echoed underneath it all.
I told myself I wouldn’t spiral, not today. Not when Grayson had been so certain. But sometimes, it wasn’t the people outside or Mary’s meddling voice that got under my skin. Sometimes, it was ghosts.
Like now.
I was sprawled across Grayson’s bed, waiting for him to finish up a call downstairs, when my phone buzzed. The name lit up, a ghost crawling out of the dark corners of my past.
Jude.
Still ignoring me?
My stomach clenched. I hadn’t blocked him last time, too afraid that doing so would provoke him into showing up again. But seeing his name now, after everything, felt l
