Carly curled up on the couch, an ice pack pressed against her swollen eyes. She'd been crying so much that it felt like the faucet of her emotions was stuck, just pouring out uncontrollably.
But no matter how many tears she shed, she knew they wouldn't change a thing. All the years of frustration wouldn't just vanish because she cried.
Life wouldn't suddenly get easier for her.
Yet something about Blake brought all those feelings rushing to the surface, overwhelming her.
She couldn't even remember how she ended up back here. Her mind had been a jumbled mess the whole way home, and by the time she snapped out of it, she found herself standing at his doorstep.
Blake's house was still as quiet and cold as ever, but the faint scent of pine lingered in the air—crisp and cool, just like him
