Wren
I woke up with a heavy chest and an even heavier heart.
The morning sunlight streamed through the curtains like it hadn’t witnessed last night’s emotional whiplash. Damon and I had gone from fire to frost in record time. Again. And this time, I was over it.
I was tired of the hot and cold. The lingering stares, the soft touches, the explosions of jealousy followed by the retreat into silence and then apology. It was starting to mess with my head. I needed space. Air. A reminder of who I was before I stepped into the Vale household.
I grabbed my phone from the nightstand and tapped Lydia’s contact.
“Hey,” I said the moment she picked up.
“Why do you sound like you haven’t slept in twenty years?” she replied, voice groggy but still full of sass.
“I’m coming over.”
“Wha.....today
