Livia’s POV
I wasn’t asleep.
I was never asleep.
When I woke up after my disastrous collapse outside, I haven’t been able to sleep at all.
No amount of medicine from Nadine made me feel good.
All I needed was Ford.
But at the same time, he was the last person I wanted to see.
He tried to come to my room many times to check on me, but every single time, I only said one thing.
“I don’t think I can talk to him right now.”
“Then I’ll tell him not to bother you,” Nadine said.
So there I was, in pain both physically and emotionally, trying not to cry when Nadine finally left to go get ready for the dance.
I heard everything she said to Ford. About Carter being a real fuckboy. But that’s not the thing that added to my pain—it’s the fact that it was too easy for me to misread Ford’s p
