<strong>Taylor</strong>

As soon as Tatum closed his bedroom door, I crumbled. I hadn’t even opened the letters Pollux had given me yet, but the thought of her writing to him—of her keeping secrets from me—it killed me. I didn’t want to remember her for such things. I wanted to remember her for the woman I knew, not the woman she may have really been.

“Get a hold of yourself,” I groaned. 

I had kept myself together for years, and here I was an emotional mess ...