Sleep was a stranger all night. I tossed and turned until my sheets twisted around me like a trap. My mind wouldn’t stop racing. Liam was back. Back in L.A. Back in town. And still, he hadn't reached out to me. Not a call. Not a text. Not even a damn emoji.

Where did that leave me? Us? Were we still even a ‘we’?

It hadn’t even been a full month since I agreed to be his girlfriend, and here I was, lying awake in a bed that suddenly felt too cold, too big, too filled with doubt. I knew ...