Shock and disbelief still filled me when I woke up the next morning.

The room was dark, thanks to the light-blocking drapes. I stared up at the ceiling in vain, my eyes swollen and sore from all the tears I had shed the night before.

Ethan’s words echoed over and over in my mind.

No.

There had to be some kind of misunderstanding.

It couldn’t mean what I thought it meant…

Slowly, I slid out of bed and stood on shaky legs. A groggy, heavy feeling washed over me, and for a moment, I wished ...