Two weeks later, Wyatt booked a flight to Kingsford.
He'd spent those two weeks trying to get used to life without me. Every day had been miserable.
Ironically, he hadn't seen Sharon once during those same two weeks.
For the first time, Wyatt couldn't understand his own heart.
The day he'd confessed to Sharon, every instinct inside him had screamed, 'If you don't tell her now, you'll regret it for the rest of your life!'
But now his heart was asking a different question. 'Have you finally taken a good look at yourself? Do you actually love Viola?'
As Wyatt packed his suitcase, someone knocked on the door.
He opened it. It was Sharon.
She looked just as miserable as he felt.
Her eyes were swollen and bloodshot, tiny broken capillaries still visible around them.
The moment she spok
