Ignoring Jace Donovan wasn’t nearly as satisfying as I’d imagined.
By Saturday night, the heavy silence of my unread inbox felt less like an empowering boundary and more like a ticking time bomb. Every time my phone buzzed on my desk, my chest tightened with a sharp, addictive hit of adrenaline, only for a wave of profound disappointment to wash over me when the screen displayed a group chat notification or a canvas update.
He noticed, I kept telling myself, fiercely trying to anchor my runaway heart. You left him on read, and the universe didn't collapse. You are in control.
"If you stare at that lock screen any harder, you’re going to burn a hole straight through the glass," Mia said, throwing a tube of lip gloss at my pillow. She was already dressed in a cropped black top and high-wa
