Evelyn
Sixteen days had come and gone. Well, more precisely, sixteen days, eight hours, and forty-five minutes- I'd always been weak with numbers, but now I was sharp- pretty sharp. Thanks to Jacob, who might have messed up most aspects of my life, but inadvertently helped me strengthen my weakest point- math.
Did I owe him a thank you? Hell, no.
He'd shattered the most resilient part of my being- trust. Now, I knew better than to dole it out like candy on Halloween. There was a hundred percent chance it would get f*****g trampled, just like that Italian bastard had done. He f*****g ruined me.
God! I might never be able to f*****g trust anyone!
With a groan, I rolled out of bed, my feet sliding into cozy slippers. I silenced the godforsaken alarm and stood up, stealing a g
