Chapter Twenty-Three
The rest of the day passed in a blur. After my fight—or whatever it was—with Mason, I drove home and skipped my afternoon classes. Eva did too. She and Alec had broken up, and when she saw my car pull into the drive, she arrived at my apartment to cry on my shoulder.
I think consoling her was the only thing that kept me from sobbing for myself. It felt as if I’d lost Mason forever.
God, maybe I had.
When E. curled up on my couch and took a nap, I called Ethan and broke off my plans with him, since I knew that was going to be a flop before it even started.
He didn’t seem too surprised, though he did have the grace to sound disappointed. “Lowe didn’t take the news well, did he?”
I couldn’t think up a reason to lie, so I shook my head. “No, he didn’t.”
After a mome
