Rachel's POV

I hugged myself with my hands sighing for the fifteenth time in the last hour.

Marina and Joyce were in the room with me yet I still felt lonely. I missed Ethan, so much.

No matter how much I tried not to think of him, or even to just forget about everything he did, I just couldn't, and hearing Joyce talk that he was around wasn't helping either.

I mean, why would a guy cheat on you, then after his girlfriend dies (PS, you're being blamed for the murder ...