Mia
It had been almost three months since the night I left Ethan. I'd been completely miserable the whole time. I missed working at the club. I missed our friends and the Mitchells. Not being able to see Wyatt every day was killing me. I'd brought the misery to myself, though. I'd had to leave Seattle to get away from Ethan. I knew he'd never let me go otherwise.
After Lena tried to kill us, I had woken up in the clinic. I remember being more afraid Ethan would try to break up with me again than I was about my health. I couldn't bear to hear his hurtful words. I thought I was strong, but I wasn't ready for that life.
I'd waited for him to come see me that day. My stomach had been in knots since I opened my eyes. When I saw him standing over me smiling, I knew what I had to do. As much a
