Arielle
I didn’t go home the next morning.
I told myself it was because I needed time.
Time to think.
Time to breathe.
Time to figure out what I was supposed to do with the pieces of my life that seemed to be falling apart around me.
But deep down, I knew the truth.
I was afraid to go back.
Afraid of walking through the front door and seeing Clare there.
Afraid of walking past the bedroom.
Afraid of seeing Joss.
Most of all, I was afraid that something had changed between us that I couldn’t fix.
Tori didn’t pressure me.
She simply made breakfast, poured me coffee and sat across from me at the kitchen table.
“You can stay as long as you need.”
I stared down at my coffee.
“Thank you.”
She reached across the table and squeezed my hand.
“How are you feeling?”
I almost laughe
