MELISSA'S POV

Xavier looked like a child who had just been handed his favorite candy on Halloween. His entire face lit up the second I said I’d go back with him. For a brief moment, I forgot the heaviness in my chest. His joy was contagious, so pure and unrestrained that a small smile crept onto my lips despite everything. But then the reality struck—he had said the flight was this morning. That meant there was barely any time to prepare myself mentally or emotionally. I glanced around ...