I am not proud of this, but I’ve read every single one of Monty’s texts today. Every. Single. One. I didn’t respond, I’m not a complete i***t, but I did read them. Twice. Maybe three times. Whatever. Who’s counting?
But the truth is, I miss him. I miss us. The way we used to be. Before the lies, before I found out the truth. Before everything turned into a goddamn circus.
Callie’s voice breaks through the haze in my head, snapping me back into the present.
“Char, your meeting’s in five minutes.” She’s standing in the doorway, holding a steaming cup of coffee, and I notice she’s giving me that look. The one she gives me when she knows I’m spiraling.
I force a smile, but it feels fake. “Thanks, Callie. I’m fine.”
“Uh-huh.” She raises an eyebrow, unconvinced. “Fine. Right.”
I stand up,
