MACEY 

I spent the entire day lying on my couch, staring at the ceiling like it held the answer to everything. My phone kept lighting up on the coffee table...texts, notifications, missed calls—but I didn’t have it in me to reach for it. Not today.  

My chest still felt heavy, like someone had tied a rock to my ribs and dared me to breathe through it.  

I’d been playing the same scene in my head all morning, the moment I told Damien it was over. The way his eyes had gone ...