The sunlight spilling across the top floor looked like bits of glass. It was too bright, too sharp, as if the world wanted to reveal everything I’d tried to keep hidden.

I sat on the edge of the bed, looking at the crumpled sheets that still held the smell of his cologne. My hands pressed against my knees to stop the shaking. The night before had been a stormrage, words, and a kiss that shouldn’t have happened but did anyway.

I heard the low click of the door behind me and felt his ...