Joss
I had always believed Arielle would fight for us.
Even when she was angry.
Even when she was hurt.
Even when she walked away.
Some part of me had always believed she’d eventually come back.
Because she loved me.
Because I loved her.
Because four years couldn’t simply disappear.
But as I drove toward Tori’s house, a horrible thought settled into my mind.
What if Arielle wasn’t coming back?
I tightened my hands around the steering wheel.
No.
I couldn’t think like that.
She just needed time.
That was all.
But the closer I got to Tori’s house, the harder it became to believe my own excuse.
Arielle wasn’t answering my messages.
She wasn’t calling.
She wasn’t asking where I was.
She wasn’t asking about Clare.
She wasn’t asking anything.
And suddenly I realised how much
