Allison's POV

Why did I even care? He could choose to be gloomy for all he fucking wanted. I stared hard at the door, the wooden frame still vibrating after he’d slammed it at his departure.

I waited until I heard nothing of the echo of his boots against the ground, and I jumped from the bed, and I snatched my secret phone from the secret pocket in the box that I had kept it in. We had yet to unpack, so the box still rested by a wall in the room. I gathered the torn dress in my hands and ...