David
I lean back in my chair, staring blankly at the city skyline, the weight of the last six months pressing down on me like a goddamn vice. Six months since I last saw Laura. Six months since I stood outside her apartment in Chicago like an i***t, begging her to stay single, as if I had any right to ask that of her.
I still remember the way she looked at me—utterly exhausted, completely done. And then Yvonne had stepped in, offering Laura some woman-to-woman talk I never got to hear. Whatever she said, it worked. Because after that night, Laura shut me out completely. Blocked my calls, ignored every attempt I made to reach her.
I had assumed—no, convinced myself—that Yvonne had turned her against me. That she’d whispered all the right things, twisting the situation to keep Laura away
