Tallulah's POV:

I've got to get out of this apartment.

No, that's not it. I've got to get away from my phone. It's been ringing on and off for days. I've checked who has been calling. It's a mismatch of my roommate, my tutors and him.

I returned to London on Tuesday. That was five days ago. It's now Sunday morning, and I'm lying in my bed unable to sleep, yet again.

My eyes are dark and puffy, and I look like the walking dead. I thought coming home like a puppy ...