(Hailey’s POV)

Since the brunch, I haven't stepped outside my house and the silence was beginning to drive me insane.

Three whole days and not a word from Santino Blackwood. No calls. No messages. Not like I actually wanted to talk to him. It felt strange, like I was waiting for something I shouldn’t be waiting for. Like standing in the middle of a storm that refused to happen.

My phone lay face down on the bed beside me. I stared at it for too long before pushing it away. “Pathetic,” ...