*Noah*

Three days.

That’s how long it’s been since I last spoke to Jane, and every single one of the ninety-eight messages I’ve sent since then have gone read but unanswered. Which I suppose is only fair since I was the dumbass who told her I wanted to be alone.

I groan, tossing my phone onto the couch.

Not only did I mess up with the suspension, but I probably made Jane feel as though she was responsible for ...