Amber’s POV
For dinner, Alice and I decided on pizza. So when the doorbell rang, I assumed it was the pizza delivery man. I went there, unlatched the lock, and threw open the door without checking.
Then, turning to greet the delivery driver, I saw Julian standing there instead, and I froze.
“Amber, I was hoping we could talk,” he said.
Though it took me a moment, I recovered quickly enough to tell him. “I don’t think we have anything more to say to each other.”
“I disagree.”
I started to close the door.
“Wait!”
Despite myself, I paused.
“Amber, please. At least give me the chance to explain.”
“And why should I?” I asked. “Isn’t Olivia waiting for you somewhere? I’m sure she would rather have your time.”
I was being petty and I knew it. But I was also furious. Not only did he get
