Lachlan tossed and turned all night.
I found sleep hard myself, staring at the ceiling as my thoughts ran wild. It didn’t help that when I’d texted CK, he didn’t respond.
Shamelessly, I texted him three more times, each left unread.
I know I shouldn’t be so upset, but he’s never left me without a response like this for so long. Our anniversaries typically involve more talking, not less, and the thought of something happening to him causes physical pain to take up residence in my chest.
It’s three in the morning now… Officially Christmas day, but I’ve never felt less Christmassy in my life.
As much as I love the distraction that Lachlan is giving me, I feel like this trip was a trap. How could Liv do this to me? She’s my best friend, and six months keeping a secret like this feels
