MELISSA'S POV

Four months.

It’s strange how quickly time slips away when you measure your life in the steady rhythm of a heartbeat inside you. Four months since I packed up what was left of my dignity, boarded a plane with trembling hands, and started over in London. Four months since I last heard Xavier’s voice—not the angry one that sent me away, but the soft one, the one that used to whisper to me when I least expected it. Four months of pretending that I don’t think about him ...