Tyler's POV

I clenched my fists and turned away from Wendy’s house, the rain soaking me. I didn’t care. The cold water dripped down my face, and ran straight into my clothes.

My mind was a storm of its own, heavier than the rain falling on my head. I didn’t even get to see her. I groaned as I got into my car.

I genuinely thought that if I could talk to her. Maybe I could apologize properly. Maybe I could explain. Maybe… she wouldn’t hate me.

But from the way Wendy sounded, Emily ...