Ava’s POV
I was laying on the bed still wearing that stupid silk nightdress—the one I’d grabbed straight out of the shower because I couldn’t be bothered to find anything else.
The room was almost completely dark. Just the glow from the city outside slipping through the small gap in the curtains, and painting long silver stripes across the floor.
My phone lay face-down next to my pillow, just black screen. It was dead silent. I kept glaring at it like it was a bomb that was about to go off any second.
I’d ended it.
I swear I did.
I walked out of his house, looked him dead straight in the eye, and said the words. Out loud and damn crystal clear.
We’re done, Julian. Done.
I meant them. Every single one.
But the second I just let my eyes close, there he was—burned behind my
