Anna
Patrick won't stop staring at the window from inside my bedroom, his eyes look all swollen like he has been crying since I left him.
"He's so dramatic," I roll my eyes and walk straight to the SUV he got me when we were dating. "This baby never gets old," I chuckle slightly and make myself comfortable in it.
Then comes the ringing on my cellphone.
I roll my eyes and glance at the caller ID and my belly twists in disgust when the name of the one person I don't want to talk to pops up on my screen.
"What does she want?!" I whine.
I toss my phone aside on the seat, but something inside of me pulls me back, and I feel a sudden urge to connect the call.
"Maybe I should hear her out. Besides, I am in a very good mood right now. I have Patrick wrapped around my fingers just the
