By the time the next day arrived, Noémie had decided that she desperately needed to confide in someone.
And for all those undeniable reasons that she couldn’t put into words, that person quickly turned out to be her sister, Claudia.
She could no longer go on without pouring her heart out. Her heart could no longer bear the burden that had grown and grown into something she couldn’t name or recognize.
After what happened last night—after he kissed her and threw her heart and mind into conflict—she had vanished from his sight so quickly that until she stumbled safely into her room, neither could she think straight nor breathe.
All night, she tossed and turned in bed, unable to relax for even a minute.
Even hours later, her heartbeat kept crashing against her ribs. Her mind kept battling
