EDWARD'S POV
It is no secret that I’ve always been a fighter rather than a lover. But for the past four days, I’m not sure that’s who I am anymore. To hell with that, I don't even know who I am. I want to do something, anything, but I can't—not because I'm scared of the process, but because I care too much about what Chloe will say or how she will react.
She meant it when she said she needed space. If I had given her even the slightest impression that she could escape me completely, she would have fled the property the exact moment she slammed the door in my face.
Instead, it’s been three days of silence. No replies to my texts, no acknowledgement of my greetings whenever our paths cross. My phone log is a graveyard of ignored messages: How are you doing? Are you okay? What do you wa
