Wendy
Holding a grudge, I quickly discovered, was exhausting work.
I had woken up on Sunday morning determined to be a woman scorned. I had wrapped myself in a layer of icy indifference, fully intending to punish Reed for his ridiculous, misguided nobility.
If he wanted to keep me at arm's length because of a past I couldn't even remember, then I was going to show him exactly what life looked like from a distance.
The plan was flawless in theory.
In execution, however, it was a complete and utter disaster. Because staying mad at Reed was like trying to stay mad at gravity. It was a fundamental force of nature, and fighting it only left me feeling bruised and foolish.
I spent the entire day trying to avoid him, but he was everywhere. And worse, he wasn't doing anything I could legiti
