It had been three days since Nathan told me to choose and I’d spent every single one of them hiding.
Not physically, I still went to work, still smiled at jokes and all that. But emotionally? I was nowhere to be found.
I ignored Nathan’s calls. Ignored Enzo’s texts. Buried myself in the library, reorganizing like that would somehow reorganize my life.
It didn’t work.
“You can’t avoid them forever,” Olive said on Wednesday afternoon, after watching me arrange books that had already been arranged.
“Watch me,” I muttered.
Judy leaned against the shelf. “Girl, you look miserable. Just talk to them. Rip the band-aid off.”
“I’m fine.”
Maya scoffed. “You’ve reorganized that same shelf four times today. You’re the opposite of fine.”
I was about to argue when my phone buzzed.
All three of
