Kyle's POV
Three weeks. That's how long it had been since Lila walked out of my life like I was nothing but a bad smell she'd finally scraped off her boot. Three weeks of silence. No calls, no texts, not even one of those pathetic voicemails she used to leave when her bike broke down on the highway. Nothing.
I told myself I didn't give a s**t. I told myself a lot of things that turned out to be lies.
What really got under my skin; what kept me up at three in the morning staring at the ceiling like a lovesick teenager, was that her sister hadn't come up once. Not a single mention. That kid had been on a feeding tube for months, and Lila used to blow up my phone daily begging for updates on the payments, threatening to claw my eyes out if I so much as thought about cutting her off. Now? R
