Mia.
Midnight—that’s the time I get back to Brad’s after confronting Anna and giving Damon the papers. I just needed to clear my head, so I drove for a while.
Past houses decorated with Christmas lights and glowing ornaments, trying to force myself into the Christmas spirit—something I haven’t felt at all this year.
Nothing worked.
In the end, I stopped at my mother’s to grab the things I would need before heading back to Brad’s.
When I step inside, the temperature change hits me instantly. Warmth wraps around me like a blanket, trying to chase the chill from my bones.
I hang up my bag and place my keys in the bowl by the door. A yawn escapes my mouth, exhaustion finally taking over.
It’s been a long day, and even though I shouldn’t—because it wasn’t my fault—I feel bad that Brad ha
