*Lena *

My heart twisted in my chest, guilt overwhelming me like a tidal wave. What was I doing? Had I made a mistake following him to Los Angeles? Was sitting down to dinner with his family the right thing?

I had thought I could fix things, that maybe by being here I could help. But now, seeing him like this, I wasn’t so sure. Instead of helping, maybe all I’d done was make things worse. I felt utterly useless as if every decision I’d made in the ...