I was still standing on the bridge twenty minutes later when my phone rang in my bag.
I'd forgotten I even had it in my purse. I sure didn't turn it on myself, but somehow it came on probably when I was fiddling for something in my purse.
The screen showed eighty-seven missed calls. Sixty-three text messages. And right now, Julian's name flashing across the display.
My finger hovered over the decline button.
Then I answered.
"Hello?"
"Thank God." Julian's voice was rough. Desperate. "Elena, where the f**k have you been? I've been calling for three days. I thought something happened to you."
"I told you I needed space. I asked you not to call."
"You asked for a week. It's been three days and you disappeared completely. Your phone was off. Vincent stopped answering my messages. What
