“It’s over,” he said, voice ravaged and weary and heavy with emotion. When I took a step toward him, he shook his head. “I need to be alone right now, Greer.” Our eyes met and held, and without another word, he turned and strode into his bedroom, slamming the door behind him. Ten minutes later, my clothes shoved into my suitcase and my face wet with tears, I got into my car, turned it on, and started the drive back home.
