Chapter 22
The drive is awkward. I'm trying to hold my tears at bay as I keep texting Patrick begging him to answer me.
I felt so pathetic. I felt so desperate. I hated this.
My phone beeps and I see Layla has just posted a story. I go to i********:. She checked into a hotel just a couple of streets down. I study the photo of her sitting at a piano and what I see in the reflection makes me gasp. In the reflection of the flash in the mirror is Patrick.
I just stared at it. At it. At him. He was wearing the suit I bought him two years ago.
“Stop the car,” I whispered and Evander did so immediately, pulling over.
I let my phone fall on his car's floor and before he could stop me, I got out of the car. I’m running. I needed to run.
I don’t know where I’m going. I honestly don’t ca
