Pauly’s POV.

“Set it up.” My voice is thick as I barked the demand through the phone.

I find myself having to work hard to not completely succumb to the emotions that press against my chest. My arms are wrapped around Eleanor as we watch the traffic outside the window of our apartment.

I imagined that it was Ren and Cheska leaving the city. It was Eleanor’s idea—a way of finding closure. I didn’t want to follow my ...