Living without Gabriel was meant to be a piece of cake.
I had done it before.
For five years, I’d created a life in which he didn’t exist — in which his voice didn’t rattle in my head, in which his fragrance didn’t stalk my dreams, in which his rejection wasn’t a wound I kept reopening to see if it still bled.
And yet, here I was, lying in bed, staring up at the ceiling, convincing myself that I hadn’t just splintered into a thousand pieces behind that goddamn door.
I had done the right thing.
I had walked away.
Again.
So why did it feel as though I had just lost everything?
A loud rap on my door made me jump.
I took a deep breath and forced my voice to remain steady. “What?”
“It’s me,” Kayden said. “Open up.”
I hesitated before dragging myself out of bed and unlocking the door.
