CHAPTER TWELVE
SUMMER’S POV
The gravel crunched beneath my loafers, a harsh, jagged sound that seemed to mock the silence of the night. I kept my head down, my hand gripping the handle of my duffel bag so tightly that my knuckles ached. I just kept rolling the bag behind me, the rhythmic thud-thud of the wheels against the pavement providing a steady beat to help me keep my mind off Darius.
I couldn't think about the look on his face, the way he’d crumpled the papers, or the pathetic excuses that were still ringing in my ears. If I thought about it, the tears I was fighting so hard to suppress would finally spill, and I refused to leave this place crying.
I reached the expansive car park, a graveyard of memories illuminated by the cold glow of the overhead security lights. Rows of luxu
