Chapter Forty Five
First Person’s Perspective
Serena
*My Terms*
The next morning, Clarissa showed up at the motel again
And to be honest, I wasn’t even surprised
Forgiveness didn’t mean trust….and it certainly didn’t mean I’d forgotten everything she’d done, she knew that much
When I opened the door, she stood there with hopeful eyes, like she expected things to just go back to normal between us
Really? They wouldn’t, not even a a million years to come
“Serena,” she said softly “Can we talk?”
I glanced back at Liam, who was eating his cereal at the small table. He looked up, curious but quiet
“Stay inside,” I told him, then stepped out and closed the door behind me
The morning air was cold, biting against my skin. I wrapped my arms around myself, not just from the chill but fr
