Maybe Elena was right. The thought had followed Mia all the way home no matter how hard she tried to push it away.
She hated it. She hated that after one conversation, she was questioning things she had spent months trying to figure out in her own. She hated that Elena had managed to make her doubt not only herself but Callum too.
Mia continued to replay the conversation with Elena so many times until she could no longer remember which parts had actually been said and which parts her mind had filled in afterward.
“He’s finally agreed to meet someone.”
“They had dinner.”
“She’s better for him because she understands our world.”
Every sentence seemed to echo louder than the last. After getting home, she dropped her handbag onto the kitchen island and stood there for a long moment, star
