James

Anger coursed through my veins as I stared at Tally sitting on Becca’s living room sofa. I hadn’t expected to see her in Becca’s living room, but fate had other plans. Instead of me coming here to search for her—she found her way towards me.

“Thank you for not going out there,” Tally whispered, staring at her feet.

I wanted to wring her neck and tell her how stupid she was being. Before I could, the front door opened, and Becca ...