Shawn:
I woke up with my head pounding, the stale taste of whiskey and regret coating my tongue. The blinds were shut tight, but even the sliver of morning light slicing through made me wince. I groaned, running a hand through my hair, pushing myself upright.
It’s been a week and a half. A week and a half since Shay ran off. A week and a half since she just up and left me. No calls, no texts—nothing.
I don’t get ignored. Not by her.
Every damn day, I’ve driven by the bar, looking for her car. Every damn day, I’ve come up empty. She’s hiding. Laying low. She knows she f****d up. But it’s only a matter of time.
Beside me, Ashley stirred, mumbling something before rolling over. I clenched my jaw, shoving the covers off and swinging my legs over the edge of the bed.
Ashley had be
