(Scarlett’s POV)
I storm out of the hospital, my hands shaking so hard I can barely grip my car keys. The automatic doors slide shut behind me, cutting off the antiseptic smell and the memory of Jasper's face—that desperate, pleading expression that almost made me stay.
Almost.
"Fool," I mutter, fumbling with the key fob. "You're such a goddamn fool, Scarlett."
Three days. He lied for three days, watching me fall apart trying to protect him from memories he already had. Watching me soften toward him, let him back in, kiss him—
My stomach lurches. I press my forehead against the driver's side window, the glass cool against my feverish skin.
What's wrong with me? Why can't I learn?
Four years ago, I swore I'd never let him hurt me again. Four years of building myself up, of becoming s
