Lena’s POV

By the time I got home, my face was already puffy from the stream of tears that had washed down it all through the walk home, and my chest felt clogged and heavy, like I had no breath left in me.

I was fishing my keys from my bag when I noticed Cole a few steps away from the gate, his hand tucked into the pockets of the fur jacket he had on, leaning casually against the car with one foot crossed over the other.

The moment our eyes made contact, he pushed himself up from the car ...