The days flew by.
James and Nicole called me from time to time. I told them everything Callum had done, and they kept apologizing, saying they'd let me down.
In our most recent call, they spoke slowly and asked, "If Callum regretted it all, would you ever take him back?"
Even though they couldn't see me, I shook my head. "No. I won't choose Callum again. He's damaged goods now."
Luke and I were doing well. Somehow, one year of living with him felt more comfortable than all those years with Callum combined.
I didn't have to pick the green onions out of my pasta anymore. I didn't have to worry about whether some of his female friends were crossing the line. I didn't have to stress about him letting our Snapchat streak die.
Because Luke always cleared my worries away before I even had t
