After the art exhibition, I prepared to return to Westbridge and devote myself completely to painting, cutting away the last remaining ties between me and York.
I thought our story had truly ended.
I never expected him to find his way back into my life again.
*****
One night, my phone suddenly rang.
The number displayed on the screen was painfully familiar. It was York.
A cold feeling settled in my chest.
I had no idea how he had gotten my new number.
Disgust rose inside me. I was about to reject the call when my finger accidentally pressed the answer button.
A strange man's voice came through the speaker.
"You're Xenia, right? Your boyfriend is completely drunk at our bar. He refuses to leave and keeps calling your name. Could you come and take him home?"
I frowned. Even though
