His phone rings in his back pocket, breaking the moment between us. He pulls it out, frowns at the screen, and slides it back with a heavy sigh that signals, “please, not right now.” Before it goes, I catch sight of her name on the screen. Guilt and decency hit me in the gut, knowing I should be the better person for once. I may be sobbing in his arms about what he’s done, but she’s sat alone in his family’s home, breaking her heart over more than him. I hate that despite my fury ...