Chloe
Present time
Some mornings I’d wake up in an empty bed, the sheets cold, and Tristan's voice would echo in my ear.
“You and Logan can never have a happy ending.”
And on those mornings, I'd ask myself the same question I’d asked a hundred times, if I could go back, if I could do it all over again… would I have listened?
What had Tristan seen back then that I refused to? What had I been so desperate to believe?
Now, standing in front of him after so many years, I felt like I’d been pulled back into a moment I’d tried to bury. Tristan, the high school bad boy who’d beat up seven students and walked away without a scratch. The reckless i***t who once climbed into my window like an outlaw. The boy who irritated me because he liked seeing me mad.
But this wasn’t the cocky high scho
