CHAPTER 24
THE JOURNEY FROM Fidda Hilal to Sharm el-Sheikh seemed eons longer than the drive the other way. Then, I’d been lamenting the breakup of a relationship with a man I now understood had taken me for granted.
From the weeks I’d spent with Adam, I saw how little effort Bryce had put into our time together. He’d expected me to run around after him, making dinner and washing his clothes. Ironing his underpants had seemed so normal at the time.
Now I knew better.
But you know what Bryce didn’t do? He didn’t lie.
As I wiped a tear from my cheek, I mourned the death of a person who’d never truly existed. Adam had shown me what I wanted from a man. A friend, a companion, someone who’d have my back no matter what. He’d given me that. But what he hadn’t given me was something I realise
