Lola’s POV

I stood on the old stone bridge on the north edge of the woods. Waiting for Morgan at our usual meeting spot.

The dark water flowed beneath me. Washing over smooth rocks. A low wind moved through the trees. The air was cold against my skin.

I desperately tried to firm up my resolve. Today was the day I had to break up with him.

My hands were deep in my coat pockets. My fingers were cold. Trembling.

I faced a difficult decision. An unavoidable one. This was my commitment.

My heart ...