Brielle's POV
I’d been binge-watching a show in the small hotel room I’d booked on the other side of town, desperate to get away from Jayce. I sat in front of the TV, wolfing down a bowl of popcorn I’d ordered earlier.
My phone chimed with a notification, and I reached for it absently, expecting to see a message from Hannah. She’d rushed out of the restaurant during dinner because of an emergency.
But it wasn’t her.
It was a post from Luke, Jayce’s best friend.
I’d already blocked his number. I should’ve blocked his social media too. I clicked on the notification intending to do exactly that, but the post opened before I could.
It was a picture of Jayce sitting on a leather couch, a glass of liquor in his hand. His white shirt was unbuttoned at the top, his expression distant and rel
