chapter twenty-two
CHARLIE
For the past few weeks, I’ve been picking up the pieces of my heart from the floor and handing them one by the one to the King, watching as He slowly sewed them back together.
At first, I wallowed in anger. How dare Trey break up with me? If this was truly about being deserving then I should have broken up with him.
I held on to this cloak of anger to survive the next few days without him.
Two weeks later, I let the anger go and allowed the sorrow to sweep into my system.
It was then, sitting in my office, eating alone and dropping rice and beans all over myself that I realized I felt more for Trey Johnson than I’d admitted even to myself.
I loved him.
And now there was nothing that I could do about it.
I took solace in my students, buried myself in upho
