Abbie had mastered the art of avoiding him.It wasn’t hard, not really. Montreal was wide, her schedule was packed, and her pride was immovable. She deleted his messages, blocked his number, and threw herself into her thesis and part-time shifts. Every day, she told herself she was fine, that distance was a kind of healing.
And for a while, it worked.
Keith stopped calling. No texts. No casual “hope you’re okay.”Just silence.
The kind that stretches for weeks until it starts to feel permanent.It shouldn’t have hurt, but it did. The absence sat heavy in her chest, like a bruise she couldn’t stop pressing. But she reminded herself, this was what she wanted. She was the one who pushed him away.
Now winter had rolled in like a curtain, blanketing Mont-Tremblant in glittering snow and expens
