Lena’s POV

After promising myself I was going to give Kyra the space she was indirectly asking for by leaving my texts on read and missing my calls, I honestly don’t know what pushed me to go back on my word. Maybe it was guilt for abandoning her when I knew she had every right to be angry with me, maybe it was curiosity, or maybe it was just the simple fact that I missed her.

But there I was anyway, standing inside Kyra’s porch with a tote bag slung over my shoulder, packed with what I ...