Chapter Thirteen
Twelve Years Ago
Sheridan
I’m too agitated to think. I have a mid-term to study for, but I spend the entire day Saturday thinking about Trey. I know what he’s doing and I absolutely hate him for it.
Except I could never hate Trey, especially because I know he’s doing this out of love.
For me.
Stupid, protective male wolves.
Even though I pick my phone up to text or call him every ten minutes, I vow to give it a little time. Let him play this out for a week or two. When he sees it’s impossible for us to stay apart—when he’s as broken and lonely as I am, he’ll change his mind.
I’ll promise to go to Stanford. Maybe I can get him to come with me. I know he helps support his mom, but he could send her money from California.
Because I can’t stand being cooped up in the
