HOLLY
I spent the rest of the morning alternating between crying over my hatchback and telling myself I really didn’t care. But it wasn’t the loss of my beloved car that bothered me. It wasn’t even Malcolm.
It was the betrayal of having it given so freely to someone else.
It took less than an hour for word to spread about what I’d done. They didn’t say anything, but I could see their looks. Feel their stares. Old Holly would’ve been utterly humiliated, to the point of curling up into a ball.
New Holly — the one who’d just confronted her ex on the eighteen floor — couldn’t give a rat’s ass.
“Holly, could you come see me when you get a second?”
My blood ran cold. James had already walked away, sipping his coffee, without waiting for an answer. I couldn’t tell if he was angry or disappo
