THIRTY
AlmaI unplugged the lights of the Christmas tree, turned off the lights in the house, left my set of keys on the table, locked the door, and closed it tight. As I walked away with tears in my eyes, I promised myself that I’d never go back there.
Never.
I cried in my room for two weeks. Amos brought me food and held me most nights. He’s the only person I’d trust to see me in such a desperate state. He knows my soul in and out, as I know his. He’s all I have in this world—a fact that’s clearer now more than ever.
How can I trust love when the sentiment is thrown around so easily? Leo claimed to love me, but in the end, he didn’t. I gave him everything, and he left me broken and exposed. I hope I never love again. When I’m in it, it’s magical, but when it leaves, the agony is unbea
