ELIANA
My grip tightens on the steering wheel until my knuckles turn white. Taking a deep breath, I pretend that I haven't noticed him and continue driving. But then, he steps into the middle of the road when I’m a few metres away, blocking my way.
A frustrated breath leaves my mouth as I finally come to a stop a step or two away from him.
“I have somewhere important I need to be and you're blocking my way.” My voice is firm as I honk the car.
“I’m sorry for getting in your way. Can you please give me just a second?” Ethan asks, his voice almost pleading.
That familiar ache tugs on my heart like it never faded away. Why is he asking for a sec when he had all the time in the world to tell me the truth but chose to lie on my face over and over again?
“I don't have a precious second to
