The next morning came far too soon, and Amelia had barely gotten any sleep. The news of Andrew and Sophia’s so-called rekindled romance haunted her thoughts all night, playing on a loop in her mind.
She had tossed and turned, convincing herself that she didn't care—that she was over Andrew, that he had every right to be with Sophia.
But no matter how much she tried to push it aside, the truth lingered.
It hurt.
It shouldn’t have, but it did.
She had spent the past two years convincing herself that love wasn’t meant for her, yet she had made the mistake of hoping—just a little—that Andrew had been different. That, despite everything, she had mattered to him.
She had been wrong.
And now, she had to live with it.
Amelia exhaled as she stood in the small kitchen, absent
