My blood boiled.

Now he decides to contact me? And instead of an apology or checking if I'm okay, he has the nerve to make it sound like I'm the problem - completely blind to his own mess.

I didn't bother responding. Just turned off my phone and lay back down. But sleep wouldn't come.

Finally, I got up and walked out to the courtyard. The night air felt cool on my skin as I headed toward the Honey Locust tree to clear my head.

Just then, I ...