JESS'S POV
The minute I heard the door click shut, I knew she was gone.
Ashley.
I sat on the bed upstairs, wearing Micheal's hoodie. The sleeves held tightly in my hand out of anger, knuckles white. I did not wish to hear the words, couldn't quite turn my ears quite enough to pay attention to what was being spoken. But I could feel it. In their voices, tension was there. The cracks. The silence that screams.
And for a second….I hoped she'd stay gone.
God, what's wrong with me?
I rubbed at my chest, like maybe the pressure there would ease. But it didn't. It never did around her. Not when I saw her name flash on his phone. Not when he talked about her like she was everything. Not when he looked at her like she still belonged to him.
Well, she did belong to him. And I hated it.
I st
