Iva’s P.O.V.
The next morning, I wake up with a smile, wrapped in a white sheet. But when I don’t see Will beside me, my smile vanishes.
Where is he? Last night, he punished me for leaving him alone in bed, and now he’s doing the same thing.
Then I spot him across the room. He’s bent over, packing a bag.
“Where are you going?” I ask, catching his attention.
He turns, grinning, his hands busy stuffing clothes into a bag. “Not only am I going. We’re going.”
I sit up straight, clutching the sheet to my chest. “Where?”
“Weekend trip. The one we couldn’t take before.”
And just like that… the memories slam back into me. That trip, the one we never made. The one that turned into one of the darkest chapters of my life. My mind flashes back… how I lied to him, how he misunderstood me, how
