JESS'S POV
The quiet inside the house had been oppressive, as if it had its own weight bearing down on my chest.
I folded my legs over one another at the bed frame, pulled up close, clasped my knees. My fingers picked at a thread that was loose on my sleeve and twisted, pulled it over and over again as if I pulled enough, then maybe the rest of things would come apart too.
Micheal's words wouldn't stop cycling in my head.
"I don't think I should have loved her."
I know he still loved her. Even though he didn't say it. I could see it clearly in his eyes. I could feel it in the way his voice softened when he spoke her name.
Ashley.
Even her name made me want to throw up.
I got up and went to the window, opening the curtains a little. The street was quiet now. Quiet. Empty. The sort
