Ellie’s POV.

“It’s been arranged,” Paul sighs, sitting back down next to me on the sofa.

Things had been tense since our awkward exchange in this very living room. It felt like years had passed in mere moments. I never felt like he would use me. And though he said he wasn’t, I felt used. I felt like I was being tossed between two sides of a conflict. I regretted, in a way, that I didn’t leave Philly and head to Chicago with Ren and ...